Arriving earlier than expected, the mother of Michael’s female roommate catches him engaging in behaviour completely unacceptable by her standards. Knowing what this young man sorely needs, she sets out to teach him a lesson that he would not soon forget. Unfortunately for Michael, his bare bottom is now at future risk.
When I was in college I lived in a rental house with two female roommates, Jennifer and Lisa. It was a great arrangement for all three of us. Rent was cheap and the university was close. I did not find either of the girls particularly attractive and I had a girlfriend at the time, so lust did not interfere with our relationship. It was a good time. We could make jello shots and party without any drama, which we did on a regular basis.
At the end of one fall semester around Christmas, Jennifer went home for the holiday break and Lisa’s mother was going to come and pick her up around 5:00 p.m. as Lisa finished her last class before the break. I had the house all to myself after 12 noon just as my last class was over. I planned to go home and indulge myself with a little spanking porn as soon as class let out.
When I got home I was looking through a copy of No-Nonsense Ladies, the spanking magazine, while sitting on the couch in the living room, when the phone rang in the kitchen. I set the magazine on the coffee table, opened to a mother hair brushing her son’s bare bottom, and went to answer it. It just happened to be my buddy Jason whom I was to go on a hunting trip with later in the week. We talked for a long time and when we finished our phone call I went back to my room and pushed my door almost closed forgetting that I had left the magazine on the table. I usually left my door slightly ajar so I could hear if someone came in.
I started the computer up and began looking through some of my favourite spanking sites. I like M/F for the most part, but I do have a submissive side as well. Today that was coming out as I was looking at F/M spanking videos and pictures. I normally put the volume way down if I look at videos, but today I wasn’t expecting anybody to be home until at least 4:30 or 5:00 p.m. It was only 2:00 p.m. now, so I trudged along. Soon I had my pants and underwear around my ankles with my manhood in my hand.
Unbeknownst to me, Pam Davis pulled up in front of the house at 3:15 p.m. – way earlier than expected. She wanted to relax a little before the four-hour drive ahead of her and Lisa. I never heard her come in. I was watching a video of a teen boy being soundly paddled by his mother and the volume was a little higher than normal. The paddle slapping flesh was loud and unmistakable. Pam was intrigued.
Pam laid her purse down on the coffee table and noticed the magazine. There was a very stern mother spanking a young man on his bare bottom over her knee with a hairbrush. She thumbed through it some more and looked at the pictures. She read some story excerpts and was getting a bit aroused by the thought of it. “Well, let’s see what that little perv is up to,” she thought. She brought the magazine with her and headed towards my bedroom and the unmistakable sound of spanking.
Peeking through the cracked door, she could see my back and what was on the monitor. She clearly saw that my pants and underwear were down and I was masturbating. “So, he wants a spanking does he,” she thought. Well, I guess he certainly does deserve it.” Pam went back into the living room and sat in the recliner and held onto the magazine. “Michael, it’s Pam Davis, are you home?” I just about jumped out of my skin and damn near turned my computer over trying to get my pants up and exit the sites I was on. “Yes, Mrs Davis,” I yelled. “I’ll be right out.” I got my pants up and composed myself and then walked out to greet her. My heart was still racing. Did she hear my video?
When I walked out she was sitting in the recliner with a stern look on her face. She was dressed in a sleeveless blue top and faded blue jeans. Her shoulder length brown hair set back behind her ears. She was quite pretty for an older woman. “Michael, how do you intend to explain this magazine being on the coffee table?” She held it out. Oh shit, I thought, I am so busted. I was embarrassed, to say the least. “Well, Mrs Davis, err, I guess I should say I am sorry for leaving that out for you to see. “Well, you should be more than sorry young man. I also heard and saw what you were looking at on your computer. What do you think we should do about that,” she asked. She looked right at me and my eyes went straight to the floor.
“I am very sorry Mrs Davis.” Rest assured that I would never do this stuff in front of anyone, honest. Please, forgive me and don’t tell anyone,” I begged her. “Well, I tell you what we are going to do, Michael. Since you desire to be given a good old fashioned spanking, then I am going to give it to you, now” My jaw dropped to the floor. That was the last thing that I expected her to say. “Go and get a chair from the dining room table and bring it back here and set it in the middle of the room. I did as I was told. I placed the chair in the middle of the living room floor as she directed. Pam got up and turned the chair to face the open bay window and sat down. “Well, Michael, since you obviously have no qualms about being caught, then we will just leave the curtains open. Now come here to my right side,” she said reinforced with a pat of her thigh.
I had no idea what to think. I had wanted this, desired this, and dreamt of this for most of my life. Now, it was about to happen and I was mortified. “Hurry up Michael, you are testing my patience.” I took one last look out the window and saw the cars in the driveway and folks out on the street. Could they see me? Would they hear it? I stepped up to her side and she motioned for me to drape myself across her denim clad lap. I bent over and she positioned me way forward with my butt almost completely over her left thigh. My manhood was stirring as I pressed into her. ”Now young man, I want you to know that your behaviour is intolerable.” “Did you want to be caught like a naughty boy?” I was silent. “I can only assume that it was part of the game then due to your silence.”
With that said, she started to spank my ass over my jeans. Man, for a petite woman she sure could punish! Blow after blow rained down on my backside. She missed no part of my butt and concentrated quite a bit on my sit spots. After about ten minutes, she told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. “Michael, look me in my face, how long have you desired to be spanked.” I sat there for a moment and then I looked up at her with flushed cheeks. “Mrs Davis, I have thought about it since I was 12.” “Well Michael, has anyone ever spanked you?” “No, ma’am,” I said. “Well, your behaviour certainly does deserve to be dealt with. Have either of the girls any idea of your spanking thrills?” “No ma’am, I am very discreet. Mrs Davis, I honestly thought that there would not be anyone here until at least 4:30 p.m.” “Well, Michael, things have a way of happening when you least expect them. Now, young man, I want you to remove your jeans.”
I had a raging hard on talking to her about my desires and now I had to take off my jeans! I stood up, unbuttoned them and took down my zipper. I pushed them down over my boxer briefs and my erection poked out rather rudely. I also had an unmistakable wet spot right where the tip was pushing against the fabric. “I can see that we have a long way to go, so get back over my lap.” I kicked my jeans off of my ankles and placed myself back over her lap. She positioned me and started spanking immediately. It stung like crazy, especially at the tops of my thighs. After four or five minutes I could not keep still because it stung so much. “Stay still, Michael, or there will be consequences. “ “Remember, you wanted this. Yes, ma’am,” I wailed. At ten minutes she finally stopped.
“Now, Michael, I want you to look in my purse and hand me the hairbrush. We will do it now just like the mother in your magazine.” I got off of her lap and went over to her purse on the coffee table. Inside I found an oval, wooden, flat backed hairbrush. It was evil looking.
I turned to bring it back to her and noticed the clock. Was it really already 3:50 p.m.? “Mrs Davis, please hurry because Lisa will be home soon!” I was really scared about being caught this way. “We are far from done young man, so you better get back over my lap right now!” I moved quickly with knots forming in my stomach. The thought of Lisa catching me like this was truly embarrassing.” I started to go over her knee again when she stopped me. “No sir, you are to remove your underwear first, young man.” I had not thought about it before, but I was about to be totally naked from the waist down. I hesitated and looked out the window and back at the clock. “That delay has just cost you extra, young man. I suggest you get over my lap now before you get more.” For the first time Pam saw real fear in my eyes. She was getting aroused at having this young, good looking, boy over her lap for a well-deserved spanking. Now she would get to see me in all my glory.
I slid my underwear down and stepped out of them. My hard-on waved as I placed myself back over her knee. Pam gazed at my athletic frame and erection and felt herself increasingly moist. She quickly snapped out of it and got back to the task at hand. “Now, Michael, I am going to spank you with my hand for a few more minutes and then move onto the brush. “Do not move or you will be punished further. Is that clear?” I was truly at a loss for words now, but he managed a weak, “yes ma’am.” Pam rubbed my bottom for a minute and then began. Almost immediately I could feel the difference. It stung like crazy. I squirmed, but for the most part stayed still as instructed. As she spanked me my legs widened and I rubbed myself into her thigh. Pam could feel it too and became even more determined to punish. She continued to spank my his sit spots and upper thighs. I started to squirm quite a bit.
“Michael, stop squirming this instant!” “Please, Mrs Davis, it hurts too much!” “Yes it does and it is supposed to. I suggest you stop fighting it unless you want some more.” Pam then locked my legs between hers and picked up the brush. I knew what was coming next and he tensed my raw bottom. “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!” The brush rained down on my already well-punished flesh. I thought he was going to die. My breath escaped me because the licks came so fast. “OWWWWWWWW, Please, Mrs Davis, I will be good, I promise!” I reached back with my right hand to stop the onslaught only to have Pam expertly pin it high on my back and spanked even harder. “No sir that just cost you some more!” “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!” My bottom was turning deep red now as she continued laying into me with her hairbrush.
The tears began to roll down my cheeks and my ass was on fire. Pam lost count of how many strokes had been applied to my bottom. She stopped after she noticed me go limp. I was sobbing like a well spanked naughty boy should. She observed my now deflated penis and balls pressed against her thigh punctuated by a wet spot on her pants. She rubbed my bottom for a minute and then told me to stand up. Standing up I faced her with my penis on full display. As my tears began drying up fear gripped my stomach as I noticed the clock read was 4:15 p.m. Lisa would be home soon. “Please, Mrs Davis, can we finish? Lisa will be here soon,” I pleaded. “We would be finished, Michael, but you have earned extra, remember?” “Please let me get it later, you can even double it!” “I will do no such thing, Michael. The fact is, I think that you desire to be caught, so here is what we are going to do.”
“I want you to take this chair back into the dining room and then get right back here.” I raced to the kitchen and then came back to see her slipping my leather belt out of my pants. “Okay, now I want you to push the couch out away from the window, to where the coffee table is.” I had to walk in front of the big bay window to do it, but I wanted to get it over with so I did it quickly. It was now 4:22 p.m. “Good boy, now I want you to bend over the back of the couch with your fanny high in the air and your hands gripping the cushions. Spread your legs and make sure that your penis and balls are pressed against the back of the couch.” I did as she ordered and knew that I could be seen out the window by anyone who wandered by on the sidewalk. I just wanted it over with. She stepped up beside me and squeezed my balls. “Now, if you move your hands or try to get away, I will take you out on the porch to finish your spanking.” Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, ma’am.” She gave my shaved balls one last squeeze and backed away.
The next thing I heard was “SWISH”, “SMACK”! The burning was intense and I cried out loud. “OUCH, please, Pam, no more!” She put her left hand on the small of my back and kept lashing me over and over. She stopped momentarily and rubbed my bottom. I was not sure why she stopped. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 4:33 p.m. Geez, Lisa was sure to be here any minute. Just then, I heard a car pull up and people talking. I wanted to look but dared not move. Without warning the front door opened and I heard two people walk in. I was mortified. I could not see who the second one was, but immediately I recognised Lisa’s voice. “Oh my God, Mother, what are you doing?” “Lisa, please walk outside with me and I will explain things. Michael, you stay right where you are, young man.” With that, I heard the front door open and the three people walked out. I was scared to death, but my hard-on came back in force. I could not help but grind myself into the back of the couch. I could hear them talking but did not know what they were saying. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, they came back in.
“You two girls have a seat while I finish Michael’s overdue punishment.” I tried to see who was there besides Lisa, but I could not see behind the couch. I could feel them all staring at my erection. “Lisa, dear, do you still have that sorority paddle from last year?” “Yes, ma’am,” said Lisa. “Well, be a sweetie and go get it for me.” I saw Lisa walk past me and she gave me what I thought was a grin. She came back with the dreaded paddle. It was oak, 18 inches long, 4 inches wide and one-half inch thick. “Thank you, Lisa. Now, Michael, I am going to give you twenty licks and you are not to move your hands or you will have more coming. Do you understand me?” “Yes, ma’am,” came my best reply.
I felt her rubbing my bottom and then she stepped back. She slapped her palm with the paddle and then WOOSH…………..SLAP!!!!! The paddle cracked my ass so hard that I almost lifted a hand. I had no time to think though because she followed with one right after the other. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Every one of them seemed harder than the last. By 17 I could hardly stand. The last three were unbearable and the tears were flowing down my face. I was sobbing like a little boy. “Now, do you ladies see what happens to naughty boys?” “Michael, stand up and go put your nose in the corner with your hands on your head. Do not rub your bottom or you will get a repeat performance. Fifteen minutes should be long enough.” I rose to go and had to look to see who the third person was. I was surprised to see Karen, our next door neighbour. Apparently, she saw the spanking through the bay window and came to investigate. My hard-on was back and engorged as I made my way to the corner.
The girls were packing Lisa’s things and Pam was in the bathroom cleaning up. I dared not move. Pam finally came out and said time was up. “Michael, turn around and look at me.” “If I ever hear of this happening again, I will repeat this lesson, only it will be more severe. In the meantime, I have instructed Lisa and Karen to punish you accordingly before I make it back. You will do as they both say and remember that it could be a lot worse.” Do you understand me?” My cock was raging hard. “Yes, ma’am, I understand.” I looked at Karen and she gave me a wicked smile. “Now, go put some clothes on. We can’t have you running around here like that anymore. I am also going to take this magazine with me.”
I helped them push the couch back after I got dressed and then helped them load the car. It was definitely a crazy afternoon. The girls all said goodbye and I went back inside to take care of myself. I could not wait until the holiday was over.