When I was a Kid 13

When I was a Kid... Chapter 13

By Redbuns

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Chapter 13

After bringing in the last package and returning the car keys, Mrs. B asked me if I’d really learned my lesson, and if I had any ill feelings toward Maggie. With Maggie standing right beside her, unloading the paper sacks I’d just brought in, I stopped, and thought for a moment, then, wide eyed, and dripping wet, I told Mrs. B and Maggie: “If this is what a punishment spanking entails, I’m not going to have one again if I can help it! I brought it on myself, and Maggie was doing me a real favor by disciplining me, but I really don’t want to go through that again!” Mrs. B just smiled at me and said, “Alan, you say that now, but as time goes on, I’ll bet there will be many more in your life.” Then Maggie added: “Just remember this one, and be on your best behavior, and you won’t get another one very soon.” She then handed me a towel and told me that my family members were downstairs waiting for me.

Rubbing the towel over my body to dry off, Maggie and I slowly went down the stairs. I heard the clicking of pool balls amid some laughter. When I got downstairs and entered the room, my cousins stopped what they were doing and looked at me, and the adults in my family also stopped talking and looked at me. Maggie stepped towards me and asked: “Alan…did you learn your lesson? Are you really sorry for what you did, your attitude, and how you acted?” With my eyes cast to the ground, I quickly nodded my head and said “Yes, I am so very sorry for my language, for not respecting my mother and my grandmother, and for being such a bad boy.” Maggie then hugged me, tussled my hair saying: “All is forgiven then, you’re starting with a clean slate. Your family is hanging around until the rain lets up. Want to play some pool?” Acting as if nothing was unusual about a naked boy with a crimson backside shooting pool, I grabbed another cue stick as they racked up the balls for a game. As I bent over for a shot, my grandmother commented “I’ll bet he’s still sore from this spanking! It’s going to be rough sitting down at the restaurant this evening.” I was so sore that I commented: “I’m hurting so much down there, the stinging is still with me, I guess I’m kind of glad I’m not wearing anything right now.” Mom said, “It’s simple; wait until the last moment to get dressed if you feel better with nothing on, you only need to get dressed just before we head out for dinner.” I meekly nodded in the affirmative. I have to admit, before leaving, I went up to Maggie and thanked her for punishing me! I couldn’t believe that I was thanking the girl who gave me such a severe spanking and other punishment! But deep down inside, I felt better and I knew that I needed to be punished. Maggie responded by giving me a big hug and rubbing my back. Then she said loud enough for all to hear; “I’m proud of you for taking your punishment that well, and for truly being sorry. You’re going in the right direction!” I meekly smiled at her as my family was gathering their belongings to head back home. I couldn’t believe I was beginning to have another erection! But after Maggie released me from the hug, it began to quickly subside.

I noticed my grandmother and mother each scrambling with polaroid pictures of me taken just after my punishment, showing my bright red butt cheeks. I was amazed at how well the color came out in those pictures! My aunt asked Maggie to sign the back of the picture and date it then had me sign it. She picked up the pen and added, “Aftereffects of Alan’s punishment spanking administered by Maggie Baron on this date.” She said she was going to keep it handy in case either of her children started to get unruly. Both Debbie and Russ blanched when their mom even suggested they might be punished like I was! Mom then reminded us all that Maggie needed to be paid for her work, and she dug in her pocketbook for a dollar bill. Grandma thought Maggie did such a good job, she offered up another dollar as a tip. I was getting red with embarrassment once again as I watched mom and grandma thank Maggie and praise her for a job well done. My allowance at that time in my life was only .50 per week, and here my mom and grandma were each giving the girl next door a whole dollar as payment for spanking me. This was on top of her two dollar a week payment for our regular discipline sessions. I was more than a bit upset, I felt this was an unfair amount of money to be paid to Maggie just for spanking me, and I brought it up in a polite manner. Both mom and Maggie reminded me about the discipline agreement that we entered into when we met at the restaurant for the celebration of my being able to produce semen. They had to mention that I agreed to these arrangements by signing the documents with my own semen. That only caused me more embarrassment, and I decided I’d be better off not pursuing this line of questions. I could still feel the throbbing, stinging pain in my butt cheeks; my penis was also sore. I just sighed deeply and once again, resigned myself to my fate.

When mom and grandma finished the business of paying Maggie, we headed back home. The air was thick as it is after a heavy downpour, but it also had the fresh scent that accompanies the cleansing a good storm gives to the air. I guess I kind of felt the same way; my transgressions were forgiven, my punishment was over, things were looking up for me now! The air was clear, and I was beginning again with a clean slate. In a few moments, my family and I would be heading out to dinner to celebrate my birthday…with my family, without Maggie being around. I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit down as with every step, the stinging in my buttocks was a distinct reminder of the punishment I’d just received. While emotionally, it felt horrible when we walked over to the Baron household in that downpour, now, walking home, I felt as though the weight of the world was off of my shoulders, cleansed and starting out as fresh as the air I was breathing. I walked with my cousins back to our house, my head held high, laughing with them and goofing off, not really caring that I was as naked as a jaybird.

When we got inside, mom noticed the time and told me that I’d better hurry up and get dressed as we were going to have to leave soon. Realizing Maggie wasn’t included in our evening, I breathed a sigh of relief; my oh-so-sore bottom would be safe for a while. My cousins and I went up to my room, and as I dried the last of the moisture from my body, Debbie asked: “Alan, why did you let her spank you like that?” Before I could reply, Russ added, “I hope my mom doesn’t bring me to visit Maggie for a spanking! I don’t think I could take it! You don’t think she was serious, do you?” Both of them had worried looks on their faces. Before I could answer either one of them, mom popped her head into my room and asked me how I was feeling, was I still so sore. She had me face away from her, showing my backside as she once again admired Maggie’s handiwork. She happened to be holding the semen soaked “boy towel” that Maggie used with me just a bit ago. Seeing my old diaper and knowing what was used for caused my cheeks to redden again. “Alan, you’d better wear something comfortable, your bottom looks like it’s still on fire. Maybe you should wear some shorts, fabric won’t rub on your thighs as much as long pants will. You’re old enough to dress yourself comfortably, you decide. Just remember, we’ll be taking some pictures, so try to dress for comfort as well as look a bit dressy.” I decided to try wearing a pair of nice loose shorts. But when I slipped on a pair of undershorts, the elastic was a bit too snug on my still stinging butt. I decided to just wear the shorts without any underwear, it felt better! Quickly pulling a shirt over my head, I combed my hair, looking in the mirror over my dresser. Debbie laughed a bit and said, “Your shorts don’t cover all the red from your spanking, you can still see the marks that Maggie gave you on the back of your thighs.” I was going to change into long pants, but mom shouted for us to get in the car…NOW…we were going to be late. I sighed as I looked for a pair of shoes to bring, but Debbie told me to just go, she would grab a pair of tennis shoes on the floor of my room, then the three of us headed outdoors, with me padding along in my bare feet hurrying out the door.

When we got out to the cars, It was the males in one car (grandpa, Uncle Rick, Russ and me), and the females in the other (mom, grandma, Aunt Paula, and Debbie). Debbie quickly tossed the shoes in the back seat floor as we hopped into the cars. Once I gingerly sat down on the padded upholstery in the backseat, I tried to put on the shoes, but realized they were way too small! They belonged to my cousin Russ, in our haste to leave, Debbie, trying to help me, grabbed the wrong pair. I mentioned this to Grandpa who was driving, and he said “You’ll just have to go without your shoes Alan. We’re going to be late as it is. Don’t worry, when I was a boy, I didn’t wear shoes all summer long. It’s good for you, toughens you up. Anyway, it seems as if you’re okay with not wearing anything around, so going barefoot shouldn’t be so difficult for you.” I kind of agreed with him. I guess if I was spending so much time without wearing any clothes when I was swimming and being with the Baron’s next door, it shouldn’t be so hard to go barefoot. Heck, I really didn’t much like wearing shoes in the summer anyway, so I smiled and set them down on the floor of the car.

“Alan, since it’s just “men” in this car; how do you really feel about this discipline arrangement with Maggie Baron? With none of the girls to hear you, tell us what you think about this, no one is going to tell your mom or anyone else about your answer” said grandpa. “Well, I’m not going to lie and say I like it when I get a spanking, but I do feel better when the spanking is over, kind of like I’m starting all over. It also makes me feel really loved when the spanking is over, and Maggie hugs me and tussles my hair. When I started to have wet dreams, it was embarrassing for me to mess the sheets and have mom launder them when it wasn’t our regular washday. When mom had me masturbating daily, it was bad enough that my parents knew, but when she included the Baron family in my habit, that was perhaps the most embarrassing moment I’d had in my life! Now when Maggie takes hold of my penis and makes me squirt, I gotta admit…I REALLY, REALLY like it!” Both adults smiled throughout my description, and both laughed a bit when I told how much I liked it when Maggie touched me. “So you really don’t mind it that a girl is spanking you and taking care of your discipline?” said my uncle. I sat in silence for a while, thinking just how I really felt. It was a bit confusing for me.

Uncle Rick, sitting on the passenger side of the front seat, turned around to face me and said: “When I think about it, you really are one lucky young man! Someday, you’ll be looking back on these times with fond memories. It’s not every 12 year old boy who has a mother and father who understands his desires like yours do; who not only understands your wanting to masturbate, but encourage you in your development! Heck, you have an attractive young lady who seems to really care about your upbringing who is taking care of bringing you to manhood in a proper manner. You are really one lucky boy!”

As he was saying these things, I was still thinking about how I felt. Uncle Rick seemed to direct my thoughts to the positive. I smiled at him, but noticed Russ was fidgeting. Then it dawned on me…perhaps Uncle Rick was thinking about doing the same thing with my cousin Russ, that an arrangement might be made for him in a similar way when he got a little bit older!

When we got to the restaurant and I got out of the car barefoot, grandpa explained the situation to mom, who smiled at me, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. We walked in and were greeted by the same waitress that we had the night of my coming of age party! She recognized me right away and gave me a great big grin, leading us to the same party room where Maggie spanked me in front of her. Dad was already there waiting for us to arrive. There were colorful balloons tied to the back of the chairs, and a stack of presents already on the table! While it looked great for a little kid, here I was thinking I was too old for all this simple stuff, but I held my composure and didn’t open my mouth. My butt was still stinging and smarting from the severe spanking Maggie had given me less than an hour before.

As the waitress seated us, she noticed that I was barefoot and commented to mom; “I see he’s not wearing anything on his feet…just like a little boy! I thought this was his birthday party? I know he’s not that little…I saw him twitching as that girl gave him a sound spanking the last time you folks were here. He’s got a pretty good sized piece of equipment down there, but I noticed no hair. So he’s squirting but doesn’t have any pubic hair? He must still be a little boy!” Mom replied, “Oh, he does have pubic hair, but he’s been shaved and I think he needs to be shaved again. You see, this is our family here tonight and we’re celebrating his 12^th birthday with just us here. Alan was a bit of a bad boy earlier, and he had a punishment spanking by his disciplinarian, the young lady that was with us the last time we were here.” Then addressing me, “Alan, please stand up and turn around and let this nice waitress see what happens to bad boys who sass back to their mom and grandma.” I stood and meekly obeyed, the redness of my butt was obvious below the bottom of my shorts. The waitress commented that it must have been one heck of a spanking. Mom suggested that I show the waitress, so dropping my shorts and with no underwear on, they slipped right down to my bare ankles. She said in a very caring voice; “Wow! That must really smart. Hon, if you’d like to just leave those shorts off, feel free to do so. It must really hurt to have those shorts on.” While I nodded in agreement, I thought I was nodding to the fact that my bottom was hurting so much…not that I wanted to leave my shorts off! The waitress patted my red nether cheeks and commented on just how hot they still were. She then picked my shorts off of the floor and handed them to my mom. I gingerly sat down on the nicely padded chair, but I still felt the stinging.

The waitress took our orders and left the room. I was thankful to be able to sit down, at least being able to hide my nakedness under the table. In no time, my family was all talking and carrying on, just like there wasn’t a young man with no pants on sitting at the head of the table.

Before the food was to come out, I was able to start opening my presents. My dad started off the gift giving by handing me a large envelope. Inside was a picture of a set of weights and a training book that showed me how to use them. He said that’s what grandpa and Uncle Rick were setting up in our garage! I had a nice set of weights and a weight bench. It was a thoughtful gift, and I guess I thought it was a manly one too! I thanked him many times over, it was a great gift. To be honest, I don’t really remember what any of the other gifts were that I received that day, but those weights and the bench would be used in many ways, for many years to come.

When the waitress returned with our food, and we began to eat, for a moment or two, I actually forgot that I wasn’t wearing any pants. I was happy, I was content, and I felt loved. I thought about Maggie, she was the reason I felt so content at that time, she and my family allowed me to feel loved and happy. This was especially important as I was entering puberty, a time when most young people tend to get a bit rebellious and have self-confidence issues. I came to the realization that Uncle Rick was right, I was one lucky young man to have this arrangement!

I smiled as we finished our dinner, only to have the waitress return with a birthday cake with a sparkler in it with the staff following her singing “happy birthday” and clapping! It was only when I stood up to blow out the candles that I realized I was still without any pants on. But at this happy time, I didn’t really care. I felt loved, I felt cared for, and I knew there was a guiding hand to lead me through the next few years. Mom handed my shorts to me as we were about to leave, and I actually sighed as I put them on, not really wanting to do that, but mom insisted. So I did.

Tomorrow was the big day, my big birthday party. There was a hayride, a cookout, and then time in the Baron’s pool. The only trepidation I had was the pool party. I’d made an agreement to swim naked in their pool. I swam naked in front of the guys at the YMCA when we took swimming lessons, but that was with the guys. This party was going to have a few girls there and even Diane was invited…I just wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I fell asleep with this on my mind, and I seemed to have an erection the entire time I was thinking about it!

What would the next day bring?

(The End)