When I was a Kid 15

When I was a Kid... Chapter 15

By Redbuns

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Chapter 15

It dawned on me as both cars pulled into the driveway, that Cindy, Diane and her mom were going to be coming into the Baron house, the same house where I knew a punishment spanking from Maggie was going to be happening at some point, but I hoped and prayed it would be after these other folks left! I gulped at the thought of being disciplined in front of them, and my stomach twisted into a knot. It was raining steadily as both cars came to a stop in the driveway, the moms scrambling to find umbrellas so their kids could be ushered in without getting too wet.

I thought about what mom and Mrs. B told me about my behavior being rude, and I quickly tried to make amends for my apparently obnoxious actions at the hayride. So I got out and held an umbrella as each person left the cars, trying to keep the rain off of everyone. I was trying to be the best gentleman that I knew, but in the process, I was getting drenched in the rain. All of them made it into the Baron house barely getting damp, I on the other hand, looked like a drowned rat, water dripping from my hair, off of my shirt onto my shorts, and plopping onto my bare feet. As I shut the last car door and headed in, I was handed a towel as I entered the house. I was told to dry off as best as I could before coming into the living room. I saw Mrs. B put the coffee pot on as she unwrapped the birthday cake that was only partially eaten. I thought this was starting to go my way, that perhaps the discipline I was fearing, wouldn't happen with everone here. Surely with coffee being made for the adults, and the birthday cake once again being sliced, it was going to be a happy time.

Maybe for the others, but not for me!

When I'd dried off as best as I could, and was at least no longer dripping, I dropped the towel and walked into the living room. Apparently there had already been a conversation going on, and when I arrived, the voices stopped, and all eyes were on me. Some were much wider than the others - Cindy and Diane had eyes like a deer in the headlights, Cindy's cheeks were a deep red. I knew at that moment, they'd become aware of the arrangements my mom had made with Maggie and her parents! My heart sank as my mom took one of my boy towels out of her purse and placed it on the piano bench so it wouldn't get wet. "Alan, we need to talk with you, have a seat so you don't get anything messed up" she sternly and curtly told me. "Our guests have been briefed on how your discipline is handled, and young man, you certainly deserve a lickin' due to your rude attitude this morning. I know it's your birthday, but the way you treated some of the guests, especially being so rude to Cindy, leaves you certainly deserving punishment." I sheepishly looked up and saw Maggie with a sort of grimace on her face, her eyes looked dark and deep. My mouth went dry as I tried to gulp, then I heard Maggie's voice say with authroity, "C'mon downstairs Alan, as soon as we leave the room, your mom is going to call Cindy's mother and explain first of all where we are, find out if she can stay and see if the weather clears up, she can go swimming, and last of all, to see if she has any problems with her daughter viewing your discipline. So let's go mister, NOW!"

I've got to admit, I got up quickly and almost raced downstairs, picking up the wet towel as I went. I figured if we got this over quickly, maybe the phone call to Cindy's mother would take too long, and my spanking would be over. Without being told, I quickly stirpped off my very damp shirt and shorts, leaving them along with the towel, in a wet pile on the laundry room floor, and met Maggie in the main room, my spanking room. As I was setting the chair Maggie sat in for my spanking, I heard voices from upstairs, the phone call was being placed! Boy, I hoped to get this over with as rapidly as possible, I sat down in front of the chair as I usually did for my weekly spankings, but Maggie was busily getting the hairbrush and the bath brush. This was going to be a rough one! I sighed, and then shuddered, partially from being naked and slightly chilled from the rain, but mostly from the anticipatory fear of what was about to happen to me.

Maggie sat down, took her shoes off, placed them under her chair, ran the hairbrush through her hair a few times, then had me get up on my knees facing her. She reached out with the same hairbrush, and smoothed my still wet hair, brushing it neatly into place. "Alan, you were acting like a spoiled brat today; you made some kids feel as if their gifts to you were worthless; you treated others as if they were just in the way, especially Cindy. And let me tell you, your mother is very upset with you. She feels as if the way you acted is a reflection on how well, or how poorly, she is raising you, and in that respect, I feel partially responsible for your actions because I'm the one who is to provide your discipline, the one to help you learn the proper way to behave. In light of all of this, you are going to get a punishment spanking. Now, seeing as it is your birthday, I'm going to hold back just a bit. So right now, get over my knees and lets get this started!"

Maggie had me stand up and patted my midsection with one of those seemingly onmipresent boy towels so she wouldn't get wet from my still damp body. This of course, had the effect of arousing me a bit, but the fear of the spanking kept me from getting totally erect. I was still hearing my mother's voice talking on the telephone as I almost hopped onto Maggie's lap. And my spanking began. First, she used one of my many boy towels, cloth diapers that my mom saved from when I was a baby, to dab the moisture off of my butt. I was breathing rapidly as Maggie tossed the cloth aside. I felt her hand smooth my butt, and sensed her body slightly move as her hand raised up, and felt the sharp sting of her first smack on my butt cheeks with her open hand.

Maggie began this spanking in an almost clinical manner, the blows were not that hard, but the way she was doing it, with cupped hands, was making quite a loud noise that I'm sure was clearly heard by everyone upstairs. While not having others actually witnessing my spanking, I know they couldn't help but overhear the distinct sound of her hand meeting my quickly reddening rump. The strikes became sharper, at least I thought they did, and soon I began grunting with every smack, and with each sound, I became more and more embarrassed at what Diane and Cindy were thinking as they heard the unmistakable sound of a boy being spanked ever so soundly!

Maggie stopped after a few minutes. I was actually blubbering now, sobbing and was about to begin pleading. She had me get off of her lap and kneel on the floor facing her again. "Alan, this is only the beginning, you know you were wrong, what do you have to say for yourself? Look me in the face when you talk to me!" Between the sobs that were just starting, I managed to plead; "Please Maggie, pppplease don't let them see me like this! I know I was wrong, and I deserve this punishment, but I just can't face having Diane see me like this! Please, oh please..." Maggie gave me a stern look and tapped her lap, meaning I was to get over it. As I was doing so, she picked up the hairbrush, this wasn't going to be good. When I draped myself over her lap, she raised her right leg and locked my legs down, then grabbed my right arm, pinning it to my back. "The hand spanking was the warm-up, you're getting the brush now, and I want you to feel it, and feel it good. I want you to think of how you made the others feel when you didn't appreciate their gifts!" With that, I felt the sharp pain of solid wood connecting with my buttocks, and I yelped out. Trying to wiggle was to no avail, she had me locked in tight, and my yelps soon became crys that I know could easily be heard upstairs. In a few minutes, I was crying my lungs out as tears flowed down my cheeks and began to puddle on the floor tiles. All the while, Maggie was in a calm voice, reminding me just what I did to get into this position.

Then it seemed as if there was an epiphany moment of catharsis when It dawned on me, I alone, was the reason I was being punished. It was my egotistical actions that led me to this moment, and my sobbing and blubbering turned from cries of pain, to sobs of "I'm sorry! I won't do that again! I'll make apologies, I really will!" Maggie, seemed to slow down the hair brush action, then stopped but didn't let me arise. "So, you agree that you were wrong, and you will make apologies to people? Will you do this right now? Will you apologize to everyone that's about to come down the stairs right now?" Gosh, with my spanking going on, I wasn't aware that the phone conversation with Cindy's mother had ended, and I heard footsteps descending the stairs! Panic siezed me as I tried to bolt off of her lap, but was still held securely in place! I turned my head to see my mother, Mrs. B, Diane and Cindy entering the room! Oh I thought I was going to die!

If my face wasn't red from all that crying, it surely became red from embarassment as I heard Maggie ask me once again, this time in front of the gathering audience now taking seats on the floor and on the couch, if I was willing to apologize to everyone right now. I was tongue tied until Maggie began with the hairbrush once again, and my yelping turned into pleas for her to stop. Of course she didn't. She said she'd only stop if I agreed to personally apologize to everyone present, which after another few minutes of spanking, I sobbingly agreed to do.

Maggie placed the hairbrush on the small of my back, just above my buttocks. She still didn't let me up, but held me as I sobbed until I calmed down a bit. Then, after gently rubbing my sore bottom, she let my arm go, picked up the hairbrush, and unclamped her leg, allowing me to get off of her lap. While on my knees, I leaned in to her, and she hugged me deeply, her left hand gently rubbing my hair, her right hand still holding that dreaded hairbrush. She told me I was loved, that the punishment was for my own good. My sobbing and sniffling began to subside as she reached over and with one of my boy towels, wiped my face and nose.

Still on my knees, I'd actually forgotten there were others in the room, but as I began to calm down from my spanking, I realized once again the presence of five other people, and my sense of shame and humiliation began to rise. Maggie still held me, but looked up to the gathered audience, saying, "Alan has something to say to each of you, and he's going to do it personally and humbly. Alan, I want you to kneel before each of us in this room, including me, looking each person in the eyes, and tell how you're sorry for your actions today." I heaved one of my last sobbing sighs and let go of Maggie, backing off from her, I looked her in the eyes and said, "I'm so sorry for acting like such a jerk. I don't want you to feel bad because of how I acted, please forgive me! Thank you for taking such good care of me. I deserved every swat I recieved and then some!" And Maggie's eyes got a twinkle in them as she grinned from ear to ear as she said, "Alan, I accept your apology. I didn't want to discipline you like this, but it was for your own good. Now, doesn't it feel better admitting your mistake?" I just nodded, but I felt much better feeling as if the slate between us was clean. Maggie then told me to go in front of each person, kneel before them, and apologize.

Still on my knees, I turned and shuffled in front of my mom. I began sobbing again, as I told her how sorry I was that I'd made her feel so ashamed because of my actions. She smiled, hugged me, told me I was forgiven, then tussled my hair. I did the same to Mrs. B, adding my regrets about causing her any problems, and thanked her for allowing Maggie to help me. She also hugged me, running her hand through my hair, and said my apology was accepted. Then I shuffled in front of Diane's mother. Looking her in the eyes, I apologized that I had to have this happen in front of her, and that I didn't always act this way. She smiled, gave me a polite hug, said my apology was accepted. Then it was time to face the girls!

When I shuffled in front of Diane, the inevitable happened, I became erect! My cheeks reddened again, and I began to stammer a bit, and began to sob once again. "Diane, I really, really am sorry I may have offended you in any way." It was very, very difficult for me to look her in the eyes. I could tell she was excited, she really didn't look into my eyes, but rather was blatantly staring at my erection. Her face was flushed, cheeks reddened, and I could tell her heart was racing almost as much as mine. She quickly looked over at her mother who nodded, then she hugged me very rigidly, saying she acepted my apology.

While this was very humiliating for me, I knew I only had to face Cindy and this would be over, or so I thought. My knees were getting a bit sore as I shuffled in front of Cindy. Looking her in the eyes, I could tell she was more than a bit angry with me, even though I'd taken quite a bit of punishment. I apologized for the way I'd acted toward her, the way I kind of shunned her. I explained in the best way that I could, that I had nothing against her, but I felt attracted to Diane. My penis began to throb deeply as my adolescent mind thought of Diane, even though I'd just talked with her. Cindy said, "Alan, I know you feel sorry, even though I saw you being spanked and I saw you crying, I don't think I recieved enough justice. Maggie, you didn't use the bath brush, did you?" Maggie shook her head. "For me to feel as if you are properly punished, I believe you should feel the sting of that bath brush. I've seen my folks use one on my older brother, so I think I'd like to give you a few swats, just to be satisfied that you've been punished properly, then I'll accept your apology!"

I was shocked as Maggie handed the bath brush to Cindy!

Cindy said, "Alan, get up. Maggie, can you get up and let Alan bend over your chair?" Maggie did so, and I stepped in front of the chair. "Lean over the chair back and grab the seat. I'm going to give you a few, just to let it sink in." So I did as she asked, my heart was racing! So far in my life, only my mother and Maggie have spanked me. Here I was, on my 12th birthday, standing naked as a jaybird, butt red and sore, getting ready to be spanked by another girl my age! I leaned over the chair, grabbed the seat, and waited as Cindy stepped behind me.

With my buttocks already on fire, Cindy let loose! I yelped as the first smack hit me! "I don't know what was going through your mind! I'm not someone who isn't worthy of your attention!" Then the next mighty smack landed. I tried to maintain my composure, I didn't want Diane to see me cry at the hand of her best friend, but I couldn't hold out. After the second smack, my feet started tapping and dancing on the tiled floor as she began a rapid series of blows! I don't know exactly how many she landed, but I was crying like a bad little boy who was paying the price for my indescretions! She finally stopped and allowed me to straighten up. Maggie told me to go and face the wall. Rubbing my flaming and sore butt, tears streaming down my face, I walked to the wall, taking small steps and rubbing my oh so sore bottom. Within a minute, I saw the flash of the camera, as Maggie took a picture of me! Oh how humiliating! I'd forgotten she took pictures, and she manages to take a number of them!

The five of them headed upstairs as I was left to dwell on just why I was punished. Soon, I heard the sound of bare feet heading down the stairway. It was Maggie with a three slices of my birthday cake and three small glasses of milk. "Alan, you can relax now. You've paid the price, all is forgiven! Cindy and Diane will be coming down in a minute. Are you alright?" My crying had all but ceased. I sniffled as I heard the other two girls heading down the steps. When they all got down there, they sat on the couch, and I enjoyed the cool tiled floor as we shared the cake and milk.

While it was humbling at best, I did feel a sense of having my slate wiped clean. No mention of my crappy actions, just as if it hadn't happened! Yet here was a totally naked 12 year old boy, sitting on the floor in front of three girls the same age, starting to chat just like kids do! But the conversation inevitably turned to what had just transpired.

Cindy said she had seen her brother spanked on occasion, and felt it was beneficial to him. When my mom talked to her mother, Cindy was certainly given the go ahead to be a part of my discipline. However, nobody thought it would go down the route that had just occured! Apparently the moms were surprised with Cindy, but quickly decided this would be okay. Cindy admitted she always seemed to get a sense of delight when she saw her brother spanked, and had always admired her mother's sense of power when those spanking were going on. She thought this would be a perfect opportunity to taste that sense of power! Maggie kind of chided her. "Cindy, punishments shouldn't be given to show who is the one in charge, but should be done in a way that can correct improper behavior. What you did, while certainly justified, wasn't really done with that intent." I had to agree. But what was done, was done, and nothing could be taken back.

Then the discussion quickly turned. The rain had stopped, although the sky was still overcast. The option of swimming in the Baron pool was now becoming a possibility. Mrs. B came downtairs, telling us that if the rain held off for another half hour, she'd let us all go swimming. She gathered up my wet clothes and all the boy towels we used that day, and put them in the washing machine before heading back upstairs where the adults were going over the recent events.

I'd been sitting there, more the object of the discussion rather than a participant. When I was eating my cake, I kept looking at Diane, and the longer I looked, the primal sexual excitment of an adolescent boy took over. I was hard again! Diane was an only child, and I wasn't even sure she'd ever seen a naked boy before, and here I was, naked, sporting an erection for her to see. Cindy talked about seeing her brother naked many times. Maggie asked her if she'd ever seen her brother have an orgasm! I had a sinking feeling as I kind of had a feeling where this was heading! Cindy seemed to get very excited as she shook her head, although she figured he was masturbating when he was spending lots of time in the bathroom behind a locked door. Diane just blushed as she said she'd never seen a boy naked before today, other than glimpses of her father running from the bathroom after a shower, let alone see an erection. In the quick silence that seemed to follow, the eyes of all three girls centered on my erection! Maggie then said, "Before you guys leave, we'll just have to see if we can have Alan show you how boys do it! It's really kind of neat! I have another name for Alan, I call him "Squirt" sometimes, for reasons that will become obvious!"

At this point, I just had to resign myself to the situation. After all, Maggie had seen it all, watched me masturbate, encouraged me to do it, had handled me to orgasm, so what the heck. These girls were in control. I just had no choice but to go along with whatever Maggie said.

When we'd finished our cake and milk, my mother came downstairs, telling the girls the pool party was on, that they'd better get into their swimming suits. Then, looking at me, she said, "Alan, I guess you won't be needing one! Let's all go upstairs. Alan, the adults would like to talk with you when the girls are getting thier suits on." So, I gathered up the plates and glasses, taking them upstairs as the girls hurried up to change. When I got to the kitchen, I was told to wash the dirty dishes, then go into the living room where the moms were waiting for me.

Quickly washing the dishes, I padded into the living room, wondering what the adults were going to say to me. I kind of dreaded it, but hey, what else could go wrong on my birthday? It wasn't even 1:00 and it seemed as if I'd spent an eternity of humiliation with these people, but I guess I deserved it.

I guess I didn't have as good an imagination. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction!

(The End)