When I was a Kid 11

When I was a Kid... Chapter 11

By Redbuns

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Chapter 11

All that week, as the weekend drew closer, and so did my party, I became more and more anxious. It was noticed by everyone; mom, dad, Maggie, and the Baron family. Only when Thursday evening rolled around, and I went over to the Baron house for my spanking, did I get anyone to ask me about my attitude.

Maggie met me at the bottom of the basement stairs, before I had a chance to enter the laundry room and take off my clothes. She went into the room with me, watched as I undressed, and said: “You’ve not been yourself. Before we get started, I want you to masturbate, that should bring your attitude back to where it usually is!” With that, in my left hand I grabbed one of my “boy towels” that Maggie had draped over the stationary tub, and grabbed my penis with my right hand. She was right. As soon as I began, my mind focused on my penis and a smile crept across my face. It took a little longer than usual, but I soon felt that unmistakable feeling of an orgasm welling up from deep inside. I stood tall, even raising up on my toes as I loudly proclaimed “Here I come, ah ah ahh ahhh argghhh!” as I spurted squirt after squirt onto the tiled floor! I should have used the boy towel to catch my mess, but it felt so good to just let go on the floor, I couldn’t help myself.

When I came down from the orgasmic high, Maggie smiled, patted me on the head, repeating, “Good boy, good boy!” and asked me if that made me feel any better. To which I most certainly had to agree. I nodded and thanked her for thinking of having me masturbate. Then it was down on all fours as I used the boy towel and mopped up the mess I’d made. I’d forgotten to masturbate for a couple of days, and the volume of my ejaculate was fairly heavy. The boy towel was fairly saturated, after mopping up the sloppy and slick mess I folded it with the wet portion totally wrapped up. Maggie took notice of this as we both headed into my spanking room. It was already setup for my spanking so I went right to the floor in front of her spanking chair and sat down.

Maggie asked me what was wrong, that she’d like to get this out in the open before we proceeded any further with any wrongs I may have done over the past week. I opened up about Diane; feelings of infatuation mixed with fear. Feelings of excitement mixed with fears of rejection. Feelings that crowded all other thoughts from my mind at times! Maggie nodded and patted me on the head. She told me not to worry. She obviously had done some reading, or talking with adults as she began to explain: “Boys our age can be very shy when it comes to their growing feelings for girls. Puberty begins the stirrings in a boy for a relationship with a girl, and it can become awkward. Don’t worry about your feelings, and don’t worry about rejection from Diane. Trust me, you are a very likable boy, you seem to have a healthy respect for the opposite gender, and you need to experience this emotion and learn how to deal with it. I’ll be around during your party and I’ll observe. I won’t let you make a fool of yourself, and we can talk about it afterwards. Okay?” I kind of smiled a nervous smile and nodded as she continued: “Now, I noticed when you had your orgasm, there was a pretty good volume you squirted out. Have you been keeping up with regular orgasms? Be truthful!” I lowered my eyes and shook my head, saying that I’d not masturbated since Saturday evening. “Well, you’ll get some extra swats for that, and I’m going to insist that you play with yourself 35 times in the upcoming week, that works out to five orgasms a day!” I guess I kind of took this as a challenge. I know I’d come more than five times in a day on occasion, but I wasn’t sure I could do that every day for an entire week. I hung my head and sheepishly looked up at Maggie when I realized that my birthday party day, Saturday, was one of those days! “Not on Saturday too, I’d be worn out!” She said, “Nonsense! You’re a growing boy; you should have no problem with it. By the way, the orgasm you just had a few minutes ago does not count!” I grimaced, sighed, shrugged my shoulders, and then began to talk of my past week. In no time, my weekly talk was done, and it was time to place myself over her lap. She told me I’d be receiving a longer spanking than usual, and draped me over her left leg, clamping my thighs with her right leg. As I assumed this position, Maggie also grabbed my right wrist behind me, effectively securing me for the spanking which started out with her hand smacking my bare buttocks with a steady, percussive rhythm, alternating two smacks to each cheek. The spanking halted as she rubbed my reddening bottom. She then reached over and picked up the hairbrush, pinning me tightly as the slapping sounds of wood meeting bare flesh once again bounced off the walls of the basement. Soon I was wiggling and squirming which only caused her to tighten the grip even more and quicken the pace. I began to let out “ouch, ohh, please...” then the sobs began. Maggie paused for a moment, rubbed my sore bottom, and told me the next 35 smacks were to remember to masturbate 35 times in the upcoming week. As good as her rubbing my blazing butt cheeks felt, I knew what was to come, and I began to cry, but not too loudly. I could feel her body shift as she raised her arm high, felt her muscles tense as her arm descended with the hairbrush making a decidedly loud impact on my bared behind. I yelped in pain as her hand rose once again. She was taking her time, and I could feel her body react with each swing. I dreaded it when I felt her arm begin to drop; those last 35 smacks were tear-filled moments of sharp pain. I thought about my masturbatory habits with each and every swat!

When my spanking finally ended, Maggie helped me to get up, and through tear filled eyes I watch as she hugged me, and said: “See now Alan, you are really a good boy, but you have to do as you’re told. You know why you received those extra smacks, and you know it’s for your own good. I’m here to help you grow up to be a decent young man. Now go on over to the corner, its picture time again.”

I walked over to the corner, rubbing my very hot behind. In nothing flat, I heard the distinctive pop of a flashbulb going off, and saw the bright flash of light. I heard the film being pulled from the camera, and Maggie head upstairs. I sobbed a bit as I thought of what the next few days would be like. I began to think of masturbating when I got up, three times during the day, and once again before bedtime at night. When I was thinking of this, of course, I became erect once again, just in time for Maggie to return with cookies and milk.

I was allowed to get away from the wall and join Maggie for a snack. I chose to gently sit down on the cool basement tiles. Maggie showed me the now developed Polaroid picture, and had me sign and date it. I began to feel embarrassed once again as she produced a scrapbook photo album, the kind with the peel away pages, and placed the signed photo showing my very red buttocks on display as I stood in the corner. In a few years, this photo album could be devastating! I began to think about the week ahead, the 35 orgasms before next Thursday at 7pm, and my mind began to wonder how I was really going to achieve this, and I guess my attitude changed when I thought of how Maggie might punish me if I didn’t make this goal! My sobbing had ended by this time, and I was actually beginning to feel as if my plans to reach the goal of 35 would be attainable, and my erection grew strong once again.

When we finished our snack, it was time for me to get dressed and head on home, but Maggie suggested that I get going and masturbate for her one more time before I left. Since I was already erect, I grabbed hold of myself and, still sitting on the floor, pumped away. It took a bit longer, but I felt the orgasm begin deep inside and remembered to politely announce: “I’m gonna come…” and semen spurted from my penis as I tensed in my cross-legged sitting position! I took deep breaths as I milked the last drops from my rapidly deflating member. Maggie smiled, patted my head and said “Good boy! Good boy!” just like when a dog does a trick, then handed me my folded up boy towel, to once again clean up the mess I’d made. Then I got dressed and headed home.

I did have a much better attitude when I got home, and both mom and dad commented on it. I explained that my talk with Maggie was very helpful, and also that she’d tasked me with having 35 orgasms over the course of the upcoming week. Mom smiled, and dad had a kind of odd look on his face. He said: “I don’t think Alan can really do 35…that’s five times a day for seven days! At least I don’t think I could do it! Wow!!!” Mom just replied, “He’s young, and the young can recharge so much faster than you old guys!” Then she laughingly told him: “I think I’d like to have you do it 21 times – that’s only three times a day. Yup, I like what Maggie is doing!” Dad just had an incredible look on his face, but he also said “please say that you’ll help me with mine!” to which mom just smiled and nodded. I didn’t really want to know that much about them!

Friday I awoke and masturbated before having breakfast. Mom heard me all the way in the kitchen as I announced my orgasm. I was getting pretty good at remembering to vocalize and announce when I was coming. When I went down for breakfast, mom had a calendar sitting on the table. She told me to keep track by making slash marks for each orgasm I had. I quickly grabbed a pen and put one mark for last night, and one for this morning.

The weather forecast for the upcoming weekend didn’t look too good for the hayride and pool party; they were calling for rain and thundershowers. While the hayride would probably still take place, the pool party would most likely be cancelled. My thoughts quickly drifted to Diane, then to my prescribed orgasms, and all at once, I realized I was no longer tense about my birthday party at all; I had other things to concern me now.

Maggie and her mother went out with one of Maggie’s girlfriends to shop, planning on being gone most of the day. I decided to head down to the park and play ball with the guys. I got on my bike after doing my chores and headed out to meet the guys. Just as I was leaving mom reminded me that I had four more orgasms to go for the day; that kind of took away some of my sense of going out to have fun with my friends, but as I rode out the driveway, I soon forgot all about it.

When I got to the park, there were quite a few of my friends already there. I was greeted heartily by my friends and we all sat down and talked while waiting for others to arrive. Some of these guys were also in my swimming class, one fellow, Tom, asked me if I wouldn’t mind answering a personal question. I told him it depended… “At the swimming lessons at the Y, even the instructor couldn’t help but notice that you’ve got a tan all over. Alan, what are you doing? Are you going to a nude beach or something?” All conversation stopped as everyone wanted to hear my response. “I’ve been swimming naked, that’s all, nothing out of the ordinary” I said. But Tom continued: “Where? Where are you doing this? I’ve not seen you at the Lake, and even there guys who are younger put on swimming trunks. Are you hanging out at some private pool or something?” I kind of blushed and nodded. “I swim in a neighbor’s pool. They said since I’m used to swimming naked at the Y, that I should do so in their pool too. It’s actually quite a freeing experience being naked outdoors.” You could have heard a pin drop as Tom continued his questioning: “Are you swimming in Maggie Baron’s pool naked? With her there?” I blushed a deeper shade of red, dropped my gaze to the ground and just nodded. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as I admitted this. Tom grinned from ear to ear, “Cool dude! Way to go! I’ll bet she’s great looking naked isn’t she?” I swallowed deeply as I replied: “Well, You see, I’m the only naked one there. Maggie’s parents say she shouldn’t be naked in public, but my parents agreed that I should be, at least when I’m at their pool.” The guys all began to snicker and outright laugh at this! But Tom hushed them, “Hey, guys, Alan has the greatest tan of anyone in swimming class, AND he gets to hang out at a neat pool during the summer. So what if he’s naked while he’s there? I think it’s great! By the way, will you be naked in the pool at your birthday party tomorrow?” All ears perked up at this. I’d not given that much thought! Good grief! What if the Baron’s insisted that I remain naked at my birthday pool party? Oh how I wanted it to rain tomorrow, and rain with thunderstorms!

Soon thereafter, enough guys showed up that we could begin to play. I spent a couple of hours with the guys, playing game after game. We only quit when the clouds above began to weep drops of rain. Hopping on my bike, I hurried home in what was shaping up to be a good, soaking, summer rainstorm. When I got home, I was drenched and stripped out of my wet clothes at the back door. I was a bit chilled and went to take a shower. It was late in the afternoon by this time. I’d missed going home for lunch, but more importantly, time was wasting for me to keep on pace to have my five orgasms by the end of the day. While In the shower, I grabbed my penis and with soap-slick hands, brought myself to another loud and satisfying orgasm as I almost screamed at the top of my lungs that I was ready to come, and loudly grunted and groaned! It felt good as I watched the semen circle the drain, then in ropy strands, slip down the drain. When I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, I heard other voices in the house! Mom had some guests over, and in my haste to get to the shower, I didn’t realize there were two cars parked out front! My aunt, uncle, two cousins, and my grandparents were there! I was mortified because I was sure they’d heard me loudly proclaiming my orgasm, and they most certainly would have something to say to me. I quickly ran from the bathroom to my room to try and get dressed and shut my door before anyone came up there.

My relatives were there for my birthday. They decided to visit me a day early and have a quiet family gathering. I felt so embarrassed, that I didn’t want to leave my room. I overheard mom talking to my family, explaining all about Maggie and my discipline, about my orgasms, and about my being naked a lot. This wasn’t supposed to happen! By our agreement, no one outside our families was to know of our arrangement, but I guess all those folks, all my relatives were indeed my family! I just couldn’t face them, not after screaming out at the top of my lungs that I was about to experience an orgasm. I just felt so humiliated when I thought of what they’d think of me that I didn’t hear at first, the knock on my bedroom door. It was my mom and my grandmother. How was I going to face them? I flopped down face first on my bed as the door opened.

(The End)