Many years ago a boy asked his friend’s mum for a spanking – and he got it.

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Ever since I had the seat of my pants heated by a pretty teacher in front of the class, I have been hooked on spanking. Not only did it give me a warm glowing feeling, I derived some inexplicable thrill from the public embarrassment and loved the control that this teacher had over me

Unfortunately, I could never ask my mum to spank me – however, I had an alternative plan.  One Saturday morning at the age of twelve I went to a mate’s house knowing he would be at his dad’s place. Greeting me was his mum:  With blonde hair and very buxom she was quite intimidating wearing a dress together with black tights and open-toed slippers.

“What’s up, Lee,” she said.

I found it hard to say anything but managed to choke out, “If I ask you something can you keep it secret please?”

With a puzzled expression, she looked at me and said, “Yes, sure.”

Then I forced out the remaining words, “I want you to spank me over your knee on my bare bottom please.” I couldn’t believe I had said it.

She responded by laughing but quickly followed with, “Come in you silly boy.”

When we sat down she asked why I wanted to be spanked. I told her what had happened and that I could not ask my mum. She said you should be careful with what you wished for. I knew I wanted this and she said, “Okay, I will only use my hand but pat my foot if it hurts too much.” I was so excited that when she took my jeans down there was a growing bulge already in place.  She laughed with amusement and a trace of delight as she slid my underwear down and then secured me firmly over her knee.

“Right, you naughty boy here goes.”

At first, it shocked me but then the slaps were feeling so good, I loved the feeling of my willy up against her tights while looking down at her feet with her painted toes and smell of perfume – a lady in total control. I was embarrassed but not with the needed humiliation. Overall I loved the whole ordeal which lasted about 10 minutes. This became a regular thing for me.

Then when I was 13 years of age she administered the public spanking that I had long craved.  Boy was it humiliating: Within the first 30 seconds I could feel all eyes on me as the sound of her hand on my bare bottom could be heard echoing around the shopping mall.  This was the late 70s, cameras were not commonplace and spanking much more acceptable then. Quite a crowd gathered to see my bottom turned from pink to red. I felt shame and total humiliation which is what I wanted.

I will be forever thankful to this lady.

You are welcome to contact the author Lee Jackson.