A perceptive female cashier senses a customer needs a good spanking and skillfully baits him:  “Well Matthew, I think that you definitely need to have your bottom warmed. If you want to test my seriousness, then you should come back up here at 5:30 this evening when I get off.”

Two weeks ago I went to the local Home Depot to get some things for my yard since spring was right around the corner, and the Spanko in me was aroused by a woman who worked in the garden section. Now, I have been into spanking since I was fifteen and can usually tell when someone else is too, but it is a rarity to find them like I did this time.  I noticed her on the way in and was thinking to myself that it would be nice to be draped over her knee and spanked like a naughty little boy, but I have that fantasy a lot, so I thought nothing of it, really. After I had found the couple of things that I was in need of I made my way over to her register. I noticed that her name was Michelle by the nametag on her smock. She was about 32 years old with dark hair and had a no-nonsense look about her.

Michelle said hi and asked me if I found everything I was looking for and I said yes. Well, as I started to take the things out of the basket she said something to me and I guess that I was day-dreaming because I did not hear it.  “I said stop that. You sure do not listen, do you? I have a price gun and I know how to use it,” she said. She brushed my hands away and I was a little embarrassed by the whole thing, but it was just her and me at her register. She shook the gun at me playfully as she tallied my bill.  Then a man came past her line with muddy boots and she said something that intrigued me quite a bit. “Look at those muddy boots on the floor I just cleaned. I am going to have to spank him I guess.” I did not say a word but was once again having that fantasy all over. We made small talk and I left the store wondering if I should have said something or not.

For a week I stewed over the whole thing and finally decided that I should have made the attempt. Once I had worked up the courage I went back to the store to try it again. It was easy to do because I needed a few more things anyway. I had thought about what I was going to say over and over again, but I had a huge knot in my stomach. When I walked in I did not see her at first and was a little relieved and a little depressed at the same time. I felt like a naughty little boy and I am 28 years old! The store was a little busier because it was Saturday, so it took me a little longer to do my shopping. When I was finished shopping I headed to the register and there she was. Apparently, she was on her lunch break! I had butterflies in my stomach but vowed to go through with it. I waited until there was nobody at her line and then I walked up.

“Hello Michelle,” I said. I could tell that she was trying to remember me. “I was in here a week ago for some things and you threatened me with your gun.” She smiled at that, and I knew that she remembered me then. “Oh yes, you are the one that doesn’t listen.” I was embarrassed again. “How are you,” she asked. Well, it was now or never. “I am fine, but do you remember what happened last week when I was in your line? A man walked in while you were ringing me up with muddy boots and you made a comment.” You said that you had just cleaned the floors and that you were going to have to spank him now.” “Yes, I remember that,” she smiled. “Why do you ask?” “Well, I have been wondering for a week if I should come through your line with muddy feet just to see if you would really do it.” She looked at me for a second and then spoke up. “What is your name young man?” “My name is Matthew, ”I said, “Well Matthew, I think that you definitely need to have your bottom warmed.” My stomach was doing flips. “If you want to test my seriousness, then you should come back up here at 5:30 this evening when I get off.”

She smiled and handed me my receipt and I walked out. I had no idea what to do now. I had figured that it would all go wrong and now I was quite possibly in for a blistered bottom. I went home and unloaded my stuff and tried to take my mind off of it, but I kept thinking about how it was going to feel and if she would really do it. At 4:30 I jumped in the shower and put on some fresh jeans and a t-shirt. I left the house at ten minutes after five and made it to the store in fifteen minutes. I parked where I could see the door and noticed that she was still at her register. I got out of my truck and walked in. She smiled at me when I came through the door. I think that she was a little surprised that I came back. I walked up to her register and she told me to wait outside as she would be off soon, and then to follow her. I did as she told me and went back to my truck.

At 5:40 Michelle walked out to her car and drove out of the back of the parking lot. I followed her down Highway 29 for about ten miles and then she turned down a dirt road headed towards the lake. After about a mile-and-a-half she pulled up to a gate and got out to open it and motioned for me to follow her in and close it behind me. We drove down the little road for about two hundred yards and then the woods opened up to reveal an old home place and barn. Michelle parked in front of the house and got out. I parked next to her and did the same. She explained to me that this place used to be her grandparents and that they had left it to her when they passed.  “Well Matthew, I have to admit that you are the first one that has ever noticed my comments. I have tried to persuade more than one handsome young man that way and have never had any takers. So, you were trying to rope me in for a spanking that way,” I said. “Yes, I thought that you looked like the naughty little boy type to me and that you could definitely use some motherly correction.” I was in awe of this woman. I had been duped by a Spanko for sure. “So how many times have you done this,” I asked. “I have not done this for about four years now because I was in a relationship, but that is over now.”

“So young man, you have been a naughty boy and you think that you deserve a spanking. Is that true,” she asked. I immediately adapted to the role and answered, “Yes Ma’am, I do not listen very well and deserve to be punished.” “You certainly do, and I think that after this day you will pay closer attention when someone addresses you. Now, young man, I want you to go into the barn and wait for me with your nose in the corner closest to the door and I will be out there shortly.” “Yes Ma’am,” I said, as I jogged into the barn and put my nose in the corner. I was nervous as hell while I waited. The barn had a loft and lots of neat stuff. There was a sawhorse in the middle of the floor with hooks on the legs on both sides near the floor. There were also a bunch of hay bales everywhere. I continued to stand in the corner for what seemed like twenty minutes just waiting. I finally heard the door to the house and footsteps coming towards the barn.

“I see that you can follow instructions, so I guess that you are already learning,” Michelle said.  “Now Matthew, I want you to turn around and come over here to my right side.” When I turned around I saw Michelle sitting on two hay bales. She had obviously taken a shower, as her hair was still a little wet, but what I noticed more than that was the big oval ebony hairbrush that lay on the hay bale next to her. I was in for a long hard spanking. I did as I was told and stood to her right. “Matthew, I want you to tell me why you are getting this spanking and ask me to punish you.” “I stammered with my reply. “Michelle, I am getting this spanking because I was rude and inattentive when you addressed me. I was not paying attention like I should have been. Please, will you spank me like the naughty boy that I am?” Once those words were out she took my left wrist and guided me over her lap. She centred my bottom over her left thigh and this kept my feet off of the ground. “Please put your hands behind your back, Matthew.” I did as I was told and she pushed them up high so that I could not squirm too much.

“Young man, I am proud of you for asking for your punishment, but I am very disappointed in your behaviour, so this will be a hard spanking. If you struggle too much there will be extra punishment, do you understand me,” she said. “Yes Ma’am.” The first time her palm landed on my jean-clad backside I knew this spanking was going to hurt. The spanks just landed over and over across my tight jeans. She was methodical in her delivery and warmed me up in short time. I could not move even if I wanted to. After about two hundred hand spanks she told me to stand up. “Drop those pants to your ankles and be quick about it.” My nervous hands struggled to release my buckle and work the zipper while she tapped her foot. She looked motherly with her hair back and her sleeve rolled up. I pushed my pants down and then went back across her denim lap. Once she had me in position again she really started to light up my boxer briefs. The spanking was starting to sting now. She kept finding my sit spots over and over. I kicked my legs a little and she warned me to be still.

When she stopped, I was mortified, because I knew what was coming next. “Matthew, stand up and take off your shoes and your jeans.” I almost tripped over my jeans and she grabbed me to keep me up. My hard-on was throbbing in my briefs and my bottom was stinging, but I wanted more. I took off my shoes and my pants and set them on a hay bale. I was sure I looked like a naughty little boy. “Okay young man, now take off that underwear, so we can get to your real punishment.” I was scared and hesitated a bit. “If I have to ask you again, you are not going to like the consequences,” she said. I put my thumbs in the waistband and then just pushed them to my ankles and stepped out of them. When I stood up my hard-on was waving in front of me like a telephone pole. “I can see that this spanking is not getting to you, but we can fix that.” “Now get back over my knee.” When I went over her knee, her denim rubbed my prick and made it quiver. She noticed my arousal and slapped my thigh hard. I jumped at the unexpected pain and she forced me back into position.

I placed my hands behind my back again and she pushed me forward so that my bottom was even higher in the air. She wrapped something around my wrists and forced my hands towards my upper back. Without warning, she began to rain spanks on my exposed bottom and thighs. I kicked my legs in pain. It hurt so bad but felt so good at the same time. Tears were forming in my eyes. After about another hundred spanks she stopped. “Your bottom is a beautiful shade of red now. I think it is time we blistered it.” “Please, Michelle, I can’t take it,” I pleaded. “Nonsense,” she said, as she picked up the brush. “You can and you will, after all, that is what punishment is.”  SMACK, the first blow with the brush took my breath away and caused my legs to stick straight out.

Michelle trapped my legs under her right leg and resumed the spanking. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SLAP, WHACK, SLAP, SMACK, WHACK, over and over she just kept pouring it on my severely chastised bottom. “Please Michelle,” I cried, “I will be good, I promise!” The tears were streaming down my face now and I was bawling like a little boy. “I hope, SMACK, that you, SMACK, are learning, SLAP, a very valuable, WHACK, lesson today, SMACK, young man!!” “Yes Ma’am”, I bawled. “Please Ssssstoooopppp, I wiiiiilllll beee gooood, I promisssee!!” After about twenty more licks with the brush, she stopped. My bottom and thighs were on fire and I could feel pre-come on my stomach, but I no longer had a hard-on.

“Matthew, stand up and go put your nose in the corner with your hands on your head.” “I better not catch you rubbing your bottom either, or you will get the belt.” I stood up and ran to the corner with tears still streaming down my face. My bottom hurt so badly. “I will be back in a minute to check on you and that bright red bottom.” I watched her leave and tried to compose myself. I was truly a well spanked little boy. My tears slowly dried up and I could finally catch my breath after about fifteen minutes. I heard Michelle come back into the barn and she instructed me to turn around. I did as I was told and she had a bottle of lotion in her hand. “Matthew, you took your punishment like a big boy and I am proud of you. Now come here so I can put some lotion on your bottom.” I walked over to her and lay back across her knee. She put the lotion on my bottom and rubbed it in. It stung at first, but then it felt so much better. My hard-on started to come back. After she rubbed the lotion on and I felt better, she told me that I could get dressed. “I hope that you have learned your lesson, Matthew.” “If you ever need correction for your behaviour again, then just come by and see me, as I will always be happy to help.” “Thank you for spanking me, because I know that it was long overdue.” “You are welcome dear boy.” With that we exchanged numbers and I went on my way.

I can honestly say that this spanking was by far the best and worst that I have ever gotten. I am already thinking about my next trip to Michelle’s barn and it has only been a week. As a matter of fact, some of the bruises are still visible, but I feel drawn to her motherly correction. I have a hard-on as I write this. I still do not know her last name, but I will find out the next time, which will probably be Tuesday. She informed me that there are paddles, belts, and straps at her disposal as well. I have thought of several things that I continue to do that should be brought to her attention for correction. It looks like this will be the beginning of something special.