When I was a Kid 12

When I was a Kid... Chapter 12

By Redbuns

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Chapter 12

“Alan? Are you alright?” Mom’s words were of little comfort now! I felt so embarrassed! How do you face your own family after they’ve heard you loudly announce “I’m coming…Ah, Ahh, Ahhh, Arrrrrrgh!” and I’m also sure they heard my feet bouncing up and down as my body jerked in the throes of my young orgasm. I can’t help but believe the tiled bathroom amplified my grunting, and coupled with the thumping of my feet on the bottom of the shower floor, I’m sure they all had little to do to imagine just what I was doing!

I was clad in my underwear, sprawled face-first on my bed, my head buried in my pillow. I was mortified! Mom and my grandmother knocked on my bedroom door before slowly entering my room. I heard the rest of the family visitors in the hallway outside my room when the door opened, and they entered silently. I hoped the floor under my bed would open into a wide and deep chasm, and I’d drop inside, leaving me alone with my shame!

My grandmother sat down on my bed next to me, ran her fingers through my hair and rubbed my bare back. “Alan, don’t be ashamed of what I heard you doing in the bathroom. All boys your age enjoy masturbating. I understand your mother has made an arrangement with the folks next door to see to your discipline. Would you like to talk with me about this? I raised your uncle and your mother, they may have tried my patience at times, but I think you’ve got a really neat arrangement. How about it? Sit up and let’s talk about it.”

I meekly rose up on my elbows, still sniffling and pulled myself into a sitting position and leaned on my grandmother as she put her arms around me. I buried my face into her chest, calming down a bit but still sobbing. I didn’t really want to look at her, so with my eyes covered and my body slowly heaving with my declining sobbing, I opened up. I began to tell all about the arrangement with Maggie, going into way more detail than mom had! Just when I’d about finished, I lifted my head and opened my eyes, realizing my Aunt Paula and Uncle Rick were standing in the doorway with my cousins Debbie and Russ sitting on the floor at the foot of my bed. My Grandpa stood just outside the doorway with my mom, he had a bit of a worried look on his face as he heard my story, but mom had a smile from ear to ear! Now my extended family, at least on my mother’s side, knew about the arrangement with Maggie Baron.

I stopped talking when I realized everyone was listening to me. I was embarrassed and a bit ashamed as I looked at the faces of everyone. My grandmother had that soothing look that grandmothers have with their grandchildren. Grandpa had that worried look, kind of like he’d heard this before! Aunt Paula was smiling almost as much as mom was, but Uncle Rick seemed to be blushing a bit. Debbie was wide eyed with awe as was Russ. I was close to my cousins, and they knew about my weekly spanking that mom gave me. I think Russ had a similar arrangement with his mother, but I don’t think Paula was in the same boat.

When I’d calmed down, Grandpa spoke up; “Alan, I think what your mom has done is entirely the right thing to do. A young man such as yourself who is just beginning to go through puberty needs a strong hand to keep him on the right track. Your mother is rightly concerned about disciplining you when you get erections, not that the erection is wrong, it’s just the spanking when you’re erect that could lead to other things. Now, I may have chosen another adult to take her place, not a young girl the same age as you, but she did the right thing by having someone else continue the spanking. I’m not so sure about the masturbation though, I think Maggie is getting almost all the benefits of having a young man walking around naked, swimming naked, and jerking off in front of her, but I guess you’re getting something out of it too, aren’t you?” I bowed my head and sheepishly nodded and said: “At first I was upset about having her spank me. After all, she’s my own age! But after a while, I kind of got used to it, and I guess I am beginning to look forward to Thursday evenings. Doing this masturbation both in front of her, and talking about it with her is something I’m still getting used to, but when she’s taken hold of me and done it to me, well…I absolutely LOVE that! The shaving doesn’t bother me, and I think I’d rather not have all that hair down there like I see in the grown-ups.

Aunt Paula spoke up: “Well honey, it sounds as if your behavior is coming along just fine, and it also sounds as if your “extra recreation” is “coming” along rather nicely also!” I watched as the adult women smiled a knowing smile at this reference to my loud masturbation while the adult men tried not to show any emotions. My cousins both had quizzical looks that were noticed by all.

“Mom, just what does all this talk about masturbation mean? What is it?” said Debbie. She was only eight years old at this time, and really had no idea. My cousin Russ looked up to his father with the same questioning look. Russ had just turned 10 a couple of months ago, and it was apparent the “puberty talk” hadn’t been given to either one of them. They both began to ask questions, and my aunt and uncle sat down in my room, my grandfather shook his head and went back downstairs as mom came in and sat on my bed on the other side of me. So here I was, mom on one side, Russ and Debbie sitting on the floor in front of me, and my aunt sitting on the bench on the other side of my room. At least with my cousins asking questions, the focus of the attention wasn’t on me and I began to feel better…that is until Debbie began pressing questions about erections, masturbation, and why I made “those noises” when I was in the shower. I realized then, it was only a matter of time before I would once again be utilized in a tutorial role for someone to learn all about male anatomy in a pubescent boy and how his sex system worked. I could see it coming, and I couldn’t stop it! I tried to get up and get dressed, but mom put her arm around me and kept me from getting off of the bed.

Mom butted into the conversation: “Debbie, Russ, I think it may be best for you to see for yourself what we’re talking about here.” “Alan, stand up and drop your underwear, I think your cousins need to see this lesson rather than hear about it.” I protested, and protested loudly, sassing that I didn’t want to do this, that it wasn’t right! Mom told me again, and I flatly refused again, this time cursing and using words I’d only heard the big kids use! Then Grandma suggested: “perhaps this Maggie girl needs to be called about someone’s attitude, I think Alan needs an attitude adjustment, and he needs it right now!” I blanched as I realized just what she was alluding to; Maggie was going to be called in to administer a punishment spanking, something that I dreaded. All of my spanking had simply been my weekly ones, not any special punishment ones that had been discussed in the agreement made between Maggie and my parents, and “signed” by me with my ejaculate splattered on the bottom of the page! I gulped as I realized mom was standing up to head into the hallway where the phone was, I heard her dialing the number, and listened as the distinctive clicking sound of the receiver being picked up on the other end could be heard. Mrs. Baron, Kay and Maggie had just come home from a shopping trip a few moments ago, and were waiting for the rain to stop before they unloaded the car. Mom explained the situation to Mrs. B who handed the phone to Maggie. Then the tones became more hushed as mom and Maggie had a brief conversation before hanging up the phone.

“Alan, I’m sending you over to the Baron’s for a punishment spanking. You disobeyed me, you embarrassed me, you used words that are not allowed, and you need some attitude adjustment. Maggie is expecting you and I’ve suggested to her that your relatives including your cousins accompany you so they can witness what happens to boys who don’t listen to their mother, and who sass back.” Grandma stood up, grabbed me by my ear and yanked me to my feet. This wasn’t going to be good!

“In addition, you are going to help the Baron’s unload their car when the rain stops. Now, get ready to head over for a real punishment spanking! Maggie and I have been talking about how to handle you when you need one, and I think this is as good a time as any for your first real one. Russ and Debbie as well as the rest of the family are invited to head over with you. Maggie wants you to come over now even though it’s still raining heavily, and I don’t relish the thought of you getting any more of your clothing wet. The clothes you wore to play ball are sopping wet and are just tossed by the back door. Take off your underwear young man; I don’t think you’ll have the need for any when you get over there!” Mom had a really mad tone to her voice, and I shuddered as I quickly stood up and slipped out of my underwear. My fear kept me from worrying about my family seeing me standing there naked! As I quietly and quickly headed for the back door, I realized my mom, grandma, and my two cousins were getting umbrellas and were going to head over with me! But mom told me I would be walking naked in the rain without an umbrella. It was a warm rain, but I began to cry as I stepped outside the door into the downpour.

Mom held one arm and Grandma the other as I walked between them, and at a slow pace. They were all huddled under just two umbrellas that were just a bit too small for them. They walked slowly and carefully, trying to not get too wet, as I became drenched from the top of my bare head all the way to my bare feet. In an agonizingly long and wet walk, we finally reached the back door of the Baron house where we were met by Mrs. Baron who had towels ready for my family, but not me. I wiped my feet on the doormat, but my body was dripping water from my head, and now from my slowly erecting penis! Why was I getting excited now? Why was I getting hard when water was dripping off of my nose, my elbows, and my penis!

I remembered my journey down those basement steps a few short weeks ago as I headed down there for my first visit over Maggie’s lap. I was embarrassed, I was terrified, I cried softly and was almost shaking. I found myself in the same predicament on this day as with each step, I shed a tear that was concealed by the rainwater dripping from my hair.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Maggie had already set the chair in my spanking room. I noticed there were also folding chairs set up for the visitors to witness my spanking. Maggie was standing next to the chair and invited everyone to take a seat. So with mom, grandma, Mrs. B, Kay, Aunt Paula, Debbie and Russ getting seats, Maggie turned to look me up one side and down the other. She told me to get one of my boy towels that were on the table. I thought she was going to have me masturbate right then and there, but she placed it over her knees as she instructed me to drape myself over her lap. The boy towel was initially to keep the water off of her.

Maggie then in a loud voice said; “Alan, do you know why you’re getting this punishment spanking?” To which I sobbingly nodded and replied “yes” as drops of water dripped from my downcast head. “The first 10 minutes of this punishment will be administered without any interruptions. You may cry out if you need to, but it will have no effect, this first segment is timed.” And with that I felt her arm raise, and the spanking begin!

This punishment spanking began rather intensely as she began with a sharp, rapid staccato pace; the sounds of her hand meeting my bare wet butt cheeks seemed exceptionally loud. The effect of being spanked while still covered in water also seemed to intensify the sensation of each smack, and soon I was giving out little grunting half-cry, half-sob noises that gave way to me crying out “ohhh…ohhh….ohhh!” as the spanking continued. Maggie started out at a good pace, and neither increased nor decreased, maintaining that sharp rhythm with me increasingly making louder and louder noises as the level of pain increased oh so steadily!

I made the mistake of looking to the chairs and the couch, the audience as it were! Through a growing veil of tears, I saw my mother’s and Aunt Paula’s eyes gleaming with respect for Maggie, my grandmother’s grin, Mrs. B’s appreciative nodding, and Russ and Debbie wide eyed with shock as Maggie continued the pounding of my bottom. I knew I wasn’t going to get out of this very well at all!

I tried my best to at least keep from squirming and wiggling in Maggie’s lap as she took to heart the administration of this punishment spanking. The only words I heard from Maggie in this first segment of my punishment was “stop your wiggling” and I tried my best to obey, but it was very difficult as I felt as though the rainwater that was on my bottom had sizzled away in the heat of the spanking!

It seemed as though it went on for an hour, but I managed to make it to the end of the first 10 minutes. The spanking ended as abruptly as it began. Maggie said: “Time; Alan, get up and don’t you dare touch your bottom. Stand with your hands on your hips and turn toward your audience!” My legs felt weak as I slipped out of her lap to my knees, and then stood up facing my family. “I understand you’ve been trying to keep up with your orgasms, I want you to masturbate right now, I’ll hold your boy towel and catch the mess that you make. Get to it, and don’t forget to announce just before you squirt!” So with virtually no stop from my sobbing, I grabbed my nearly flaccid penis, and began to pump up and down. I became erect quickly; the sensation of my hot, burning cheeks, added to the pleasurable feeling of my self-manipulation was new to me, the stinging of my spanking coupled with the thrill of an impending orgasm put me into another world. Then I looked at my audience to see all the adult women looking at me with grins, Russ with shock, and Debbie with amazement. Maggie began talking to my cousins, something about boys’ anatomy, orgasms, and things such as that. I don’t really remember very much, as I was in my own world at that moment. I don’t know how long it took me, but I felt the wonderful feeling of an orgasm welling up from deep inside me, and shouted out, “I’M GONNA COME…LOOK OUT…AHH…AHHH…ARRGGGHHH!” As globs of semen spurted from the end of my penis! I didn’t think I could produce this much this soon after my last orgasm! I grunted with each contraction, rising up on my toes, stretching with each pulse. My eyes were closed or at least oblivious to the world as Maggie caught each glob of my orgasm. When I began to come back to the world of what was around me, I felt Maggie wiping down the end of my sensitive penis.

“Alan, it’s time for your next spanking session, over my left leg now” she said. I slowly complied as I felt her right leg clamp down on the back of my legs. “I want you to keep the tops of your feet as flat on the floor as you can.” I felt myself tilted a bit more than I was accustomed to, which caused my bottom to stick up at a more pronounced level. My elbows were on the floor and Maggie’s left arm quickly grabbed my right arm, pinning it down on the middle of my back between my shoulders. I was effectively held in place as I heard her say; “This next spanking series will be five minutes long and will be conducted with the hairbrush, two smacks to each buttock alternating back and forth.” Before I could catch my breath, Maggie began my second set of smacks!

If I thought the first set of my spankings was intense, it was surely overshadowed by this one! With each smack of wood hitting my already reddened cheeks, I grunted, then sobbed, then yelped…all between the outright crying that I was doing! At first, the only words I heard from Maggie were “Keep your feet in position, tops of your feet and toes are flat on the ground!” I tried to maintain that position, and soon realized it was keeping my butt cheeks from clenching. I blabbered through snot filled tears that I was doing the best I could, but my toes kept wanting to flex out of position. I wasn’t sure, but I think my mind trying to focus on the position of my feet was taking away from the pain that was raining down on my butt. Two smacks on one cheek, then two smacks to the other; over and over with my arm pinned, my legs pinned, and my feet trying to keep the position Maggie instructed me to hold. I thought I would dehydrate I was crying so much! My breath was shallow, my heart was racing, and my butt was beyond being on fire! I guess somehow, I was beginning to get used to this when the five minutes were over. Maggie let me out of her grip, and I was once again told to rise and face my audience, this time with my hands atop my head.

Through uncontrollable sobs, I heard once again why I was being punished: for talking back, for sassing, for cussing, and for embarrassing my mother. I nodded and agreed with each one of these assertions, hoping against all odds, that my punishment would be ended if I did. I noticed that Mrs. B had gotten up and was cutting something behind the bar area just on the other side of the pool table. Thankfully I wasn’t told to masturbate again, don’t think I would have been able to have an orgasm at that point! There became a discussion about spanking techniques among mom, grandma, Aunt Paula, and Maggie. I noticed Russ was squirming uncomfortably as I was told to do a 360 degree turn slowly so that all could witness the redness of my bottom. I was hoping this might be the end of my punishment. My sobs were getting weaker when I noticed Mrs. B returning with something in her hand and a glass of water. Maggie told me to take a drink of water, that I might need it as I’d cried so much. I eagerly downed about half the glass, handing it back to Mrs. B. Then I looked in amazement at Maggie as she announced the last round of my punishment was to begin after I apologized to everyone individually about my attitude. I went around to all present and humbly apologized as Mrs. B dunked something in the half filled glass of water. When I’d finished my apologies, Maggie once again summoned me to drape myself over her lap, to which I hesitatingly complied.

Mrs. B came up to Maggie, and while I was in this position, handed her something that dripped some water on my sore butt. It burned at little bit, and I began to turn to look, but was told to keep my head down.

It seems that Mrs. B had been peeling and shaping a finger of ginger when she was behind the bar. After I drank my water, she plopped that shaved piece of ginger into the water. She now announced that in times past, spankings of bad boys sometimes were finished with the insertion of a shaved piece of ginger up the boy’s butt! I was instructed once again, to place the tops of my feet on the floor, and I then felt a wet object nestle up to my anus! I heard Mrs. B tell Maggie to slowly insert it in until it stopped, wiggling it as it went. While this sensation was uncomfortable, I was totally unprepared for the intense burning caused by the wet, raw ginger in my anus and I cried out! Mrs. B assured me that this was a temporary burning sensation, and after this last spanking, the ginger would be removed from my anus.

I whimpered as I felt Maggie get me in the same grip as the session before. The burning in my butt was not unbearable, but it took my breath away. It kept me from clenching my butt cheeks together, and once again, Maggie began to spank me. This time, she smacked down and up on each cheek. That seemed to move my butt cheeks around, however the ginger stayed in firmly impaled up my anus. There was a warming feeling now coming from the inside as well as the outside of my bottom!

I didn’t cry out at first, rather making almost chirping noises as a new and unique sensation began inside me. I couldn’t believe it as I began to rapidly get an erection, growing deeper and more intense with each smack to my ass! It seemed as if Maggie wasn’t hitting as hard now, but each smack almost caused me to tremble with this new feeling. Maggie asked me how I was feeling, and I just moaned, which brought some laughter from Grandma. She began talking about how they did this to her brother when he was a boy, and just how effective it was, especially if I was to have an orgasm while the ginger was in me. Maggie seemed startled at this, and for a brief moment, the rhythm of my spanking changed.

Maggie abruptly stopped this spanking after only a few minutes. My ass was on fire both on the inside and the outside as she loosened her grip on me and told me to get up. It seemed odd having that thing in my butt as I got up. Everyone noticed the state of my penis, straining once again. Maggie instructed me to lay across her lap, this time face up, and she began to manipulate me. My head was arched back, and my legs began to kick. Maggie asked someone to hold my legs and someone to hold my arms as I began to buck. I was startled to see Russ grab me by my ankles, and Debbie kneel by my head, holding my arms over my head. It caught me by surprise as I almost didn’t have time to blurt out. “Oh god, oh God, Oh God! I’m gonna squirt…here it comes…arrrrgggghhhhhh!” and my semen shot out of my penis with the first glob shooting way over my head and actually hitting my cousin Debbie square in the chest! My body trembled as waves of an intense orgasm shook me! Each successive pulse shot a glob of semen out, landing first on Debbie, then in my hair, then under my chin, and successively down my body! But this time, Maggie didn’t stop when I quit squirting! I felt the grip on my legs and arms tighten as she continued to pump my extremely sensitive penis! I almost passed out with the sensation of the ginger up my butt, my red and sore butt cheeks, and my over sensitive penis being pumped! I cried out in both pain and pleasure as I experienced sensory overload.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, Maggie stopped and I was let up. From under my chin, in drops leading down to my groin, I was splattered with my own semen. I was exhausted. I was embarrassed. I was repentant. I’d vowed to never do anything again to warrant a punishment such as that!

Debbie and Russ were smiling from ear to ear as they enjoyed having some dominance over their “big” cousin. I felt sheepish knowing they’d seen me getting spanked, masturbating, being paddled, having something hot put in my butt, and being held down while Maggie controlled me! I think my face was as red as my butt as Maggie once again instructed me to stand facing the wall, that it was picture time once again. With the ginger still hanging in my butt, I faced the wall, saw the flash and heard the pop of a flash going off, then another followed by still another! All of them headed upstairs as I shook a bit, standing facing the wall.

I took shallow breaths as I heard them talking and occasionally laughing upstairs. My semen was still slowly dripping down my body as I heard one set of footsteps descending the stairway. It was Maggie with a glass of water and a cracker. She told me I could step away from the wall, and to wash the semen off of me, I was to go outside in the rain and unload the purchases from their car. With tired and sheepish steps, I ascended to the door, and stepped outside in the rain, glad to have the cooling feeling of water on my sore bottom, glad to be able to rinse off the slick semen from my body. After rinsing off and also rubbing my sore bottom, I began to unload the car, only to see my uncle and grandfather drinking beer in our garage next door. They just looked over at me and shook their heads! I sighed as I gathered the paper sacks and boxes and headed back into the Baron house. It took me three trips in the rain to unload the car, but it felt so very good to have the cooling water on my extremely used body. When I was done unloading, Mrs. B had me bend over and she removed the ginger from my burning butt.

I was looking forward to my birthday party the next day, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit down!

(The End)