I knew I had crossed the line this time. For some reason I had been cussing a lot lately, due in part to the people I had been hanging around with. They were horrible with the slang and cussing and it was rubbing off. I could tell when I cussed in front of Mom this time that more than a week or two grounding was forthcoming. I was sick with dread.
When we got home I immediately retired to my room and Mom said nothing. She worked around the kitchen, called me for dinner, we sat quietly, finished, and cleaned off the table. I retreated to my room only to be followed by her moments later with a big wooden chopping block type weapon in her hand. She quickly said she was tired of the vocabulary and the way I was talking to her and that she was going to start doing something about it. I knew what she had in mind. She sat in my desk chair and told me to come over to her, which I did. "Drop your pants and lean across my knees here," she said rather sternly. I lowered my pants and started across her knee without hesitation. I knew any argument would be useless at this point. Just as I started leaning she said "underwear too, Chuck" and I immediately froze. I wasnt going to bare myself in front of her but I had to think quick. "Mom," I said rather shakingly, "Ill go ahead and lean across your knees and then you can pull the underwear down once Im across." And, with that I leaned across her knees and put my hands on the floor. I was hoping and praying she wouldnt object, firstly. Then, I was hoping and praying shed just go ahead and leave the underwear on and start swatting me with the chopping block paddle. It was already bad enough that I was going to have to display my bare buttocks in front of her, but my penis and all the other male organs were going to remain private, so I had planned.
As I had suggested, once firmly in place she grabbed the elastic band at the top of my underwear and began lowering them. She got them just below the bottom of the butt, mumbled something about "this will do" and then starting swatting with her new paddle. I expected it to hurt a lot worse than it actually did. Either the paddle was too thick or she had no arm strength because it was just making a lot of noise and stinging a little. I just relaxed and took the licks with a few grunts and grumbles. I was more concerned with my penis still hanging in the front of my underwear and the possibility that the part she pulled down could pop back up at any moment. She took her time and gave a few seconds between each swat which did increase the pain somewhat. As I took the pain I kept thinking about my penis and how embarrassing it was for a 17 year old to be baring his butt for a paddling from his mother. When I realized she was getting a good look at my big butt and crack and that it was jiggling and turning red I was overcome with embarrassment and actually started to cry a little. Mother, of course, thought she was really hurting me.
After what seemed like a long time, the short paddling stopped and she said that I could get up. I immediately reached back and pulled my underwear up and then popped up off her lap real quick. It didnt take but a few seconds to get my pants back up as she exited the room feeling satisfied and content with her discipline. I had a sick feeling and knew then that more would come as I continued to use foul language. If I knew when it was coming I could be prepared with a thong on at least.
Days later it happened again, just as I suspected. I used three or four expletives to her and her stare stated the obvious; I was going back across her knees. And thats what happened. She joined me in my room, sat in the same chair, and gave me the same instructions. I proceeded across her knees in the same manner. Only this time my underwear was a lot tighter and it wouldnt come down from the rear easily. I was in a panic for sure! I finally thought Id better push myself up a little to make it easier and that seemed to work. However, as she lowered the briefs she also had to pull the front and my penis flopped out was now resting on her knees. She was able to get my underwear all the way below my butt and she even commented "thats better." Oh, my goodness, what was I going to do now? This time she could probably even see my ball sack unless I kept my legs tightly together. The swats were a little more rapid and quite a bit more intense this time. She was angry and it was not good for my butt. Her continued volley and force actually led to me crying and asking for her to stop. She was on a roll and I couldnt stop it. She finished. Now what? I couldnt reach my underwear without getting up. This was extremely awkward. "Will you pull my underwear up?" I asked tearfully. "She mumbled about how much trouble it was, grabbed the elastic band, I then pulled up and helped her finish the job. I got up, wiped some tears, and jerked my pants up. She was gone.
It wasnt a week later that I started a rampage again when she started getting on to me about my report card. "Well," she said, "well just make this a double paddling for your grades and your mouth, come on." I followed her into my room and she assumed the same position. Only this time she said take everything off and we wont have to deal with your modesty problem. Horrors, NO! I protested. I cried. I cussed more. She just listened and finally gave me 10 seconds to be nude and across her knees. "Remove your clothes, bend across my knees, now," was her final order. What was I to do? If I ran off it would be worse later. If I refused shed call granddad, for sure. I was crying. I took it all off and she took a good look. My penis hanging, my balls, my brown pubic hair; it all was there for open view. I leaned, she paddled, and paddled, and paddled. I was getting paddled totally nude and my embarrassment was worse then the strikes against my bare skin. This was a nightmare! When she finished I got myself up and stared rubbing my butt without even thinking about my frontal area. She looked, put the chair back, and left the room. It was over. I was humiliated.
The next morning Mom signed my report card and said "any more grades like this and well repeat yesterdays session." I knew then that totally nude paddling was going to be standard procedure from now on and I would have to clean my act up. Plus, the next day Mom came home with a new professionally made paddle she had purchased. She said she didnt want to have to abuse her chopping block any more and that this was made for straightening out foul mouths like mine. She was right. My grades improved and I didnt cuss around her for over a month. Then, it happened again. I let out a string of them one night and knew what I had done within seconds. She said it was about time she got to try the new paddle out and we proceeded to my room. I begged not to strip but she said that there was no discussion, this was the way it was going to be from now on, and to just do it without question. Modesty was gone. I could forget it. I stripped. I leaned. I received. I cried. That new paddle brought more pain than the embarrassment and that was a lot.