I have read many stories about pain and pleasure. As one who was spanked frequently by my mother for disobedience and bad behavior in general during my teens, I can say most emphatically that I received much pain and absolutely no pleasure.
The implement used was a large wooden spoon which was used by my mother for cooking as well as punishent. Unless the offense was on a weekend, when retribution was immediate, I was punished before going to bed after I had finished my homework. Prior to a punishment I was sent to my bedroom with the wooden spoon to await my mother's arrival. While waiting I was made to take off all my clothes except my underwear. My mother would then come into my room, sit down on my bed, and lecture me about the offense while I stood in front of her, still clad in only my underwear, with my hands at my side. When she was finished her speech she would usually ask, "So are you ready for your spanking?", and I would be expected to reply "Yes, Please." Then I would step forward and she would take down my underwear to my knees, till my bottom was bare.
I was then made to bend over a bedroom chair and hold on to the seat while at least ten strokes of the wooden spoon were administered. No matter how much I pleaded, struggled, or cried the next stroke was not given until I was properly in position and still. I can painfully remember on more than one occasion a spanking taking twenty minutes or more. To some it may be a pleasure but to me it was punishment, and it kept me on the straight and narrow for quite a while afterwards.
My mum considered spanking merely the price to be paid for a transgression of the rules and felt that it was only fair that if I was going to get spanked I might as well complete whatever mischief I was up to. Thus, if I was caught violating a rule she would often say that I might as well continue because I would getting punished for it anyhow. For example, if I was supposed to be home for dinner at 6:00pm and I called at 6:30 to say I was going to be late she would just say "Ok, that's all right. You'll be getting a spanking when you get home so you might as well just take your time now." Naturally it was never much fun continuing whatever mischief I was up to when I realized what was hanging over my head.
On one punishment occasion, when I was seventeen, I was waiting for her in my bedroom, in my underwear, and for some stupid reason I started to flip through a porn magazine a friend had lent me. I had been looking through the pictures for a few minutes and then suddenly I heard her footsteps in the hallway coming towards my door. I quickly slipped the magazine inside a pile of school-books just in the nick of time.
Then, as I was standing in front of her during the pre-spanking lecture, in my white underwear, she spotted a small stain on the underwear near my penis. "What have you done to your underpants you messy boy!" she exclaimed. She motioned me towards her and before I knew it she had her fingers in the waist-band of my briefs and was lowering them to the floor. Reluctantly I stepped out of them so she could examine them more carefully.
She looked at the underwear, and then at my penis which was still slightly erect from my porn magazine reading a few moments before. With horror she spotted the pre-cum in both places. "What ... have you been doing?!" she demanded. "Ummm... nothing" I said meekly. With that she reached up, took my penis and squeezed some pre-cum out of the end, and onto her fingers. "Well, what's this then?", she asked, holding her shiny and sticky hand out towards me. "I don't know", I said hopefully. "I think you do know, ... and I'm waiting" she demanded. She maintained solid eye contact and neither of us said anything for a few seconds. "I'm waiting, and the longer I wait the more your bottoms going to regret it", she said firmly. What could I say? What should I say? My mind raced through the possibilities and the seconds ticked by. After a further ten seconds she said, "Your bottom just earned another spanking after your shower tomorrow morning... I'm still waiting!" I realized that I had to say something quickly, "Ok, ...ummm, so, I was looking at a friend's magazine" I blurted out. "Let's see it then." said my mum holding out her hand (the hand that wasn't holding my incriminating underwear).
Reluctantly I retrieved the magazine from under my pile of books and gave it to her. "One of the guys at school lent it to me", I offered hopefully. She flipped through the publication, pausing occasionally for a look at the pictures of the naked bodies. "Well, ... so what were you DOING?" she asked. "Well, errrr, ummmm you know," I suggested. "No I don't think I do. What were you DOING?" she demanded again. "Well, ummm, just reading it, you know..." I said again shyly. "So you were masturbating, is that it? Is that what you were doing?" she asked rhetorically. "Well, errr, yea I guess so." I said.
"I don't believe it!" she shrieked, "You're a bad little boy!" "I'm sorry Mum. Ummmmm. It's just... well... you know... everybody does it Mum..." I explained in a pleading tone. "Oh, so everybody does it, right? ... It's just normal, is it?" she asked sarcastically. "Well, ummm, yea. That's what they say." I stated flatly.
"Ok then," she said crisply "go ahead and finish what you were doing... If it's so normal, go ahead and finish off. I'll wait and then we'll give your little bottom something to think about." I looked at her imploringly and started to say, "But, but mom..." However she continued, "If OTHER teenage boys masturbate there's not much I can do about that. But in this household any boy caught masturbating will be getting a good old-fashioned spanking on his bare bottom. Naturally I would prefer to talk some values into you, but if that won't work perhaps with the wooden spoon we can spank some values into you." At this point she handed me back the magazine and sat, waiting, with her arms crossed.
Did she really expect me to jerk off in front of her, I thought. No way! This just couldn't be. I just stood waiting with my mouth open in disbelief and didn't move a muscle. "Come on, hurry up and get it over with", she said, still waiting motionless. After a further pause during which neither of us moved she added "I haven't got all night, you know. To give you a little encouragement to hurry up you'll be getting one swat for every five seconds it takes you," and then looking at her watch she said, "Starting ...3...2...1...now!"
She continued looking at her watch while I stood there dumbfounded. After five seconds she said, "That's one." After another five seconds she said "That's two. I'd get going if I were you or it's going to be a long session with the wooden spoon."
There didn't seem to be anything I could do. Reluctantly I spat quietly into my hand and took hold of my still semi-erect young penis and started sliding my hand up and down. I tried to imagine I was alone but it was rather difficult with my mother counting out the swats I was earning with the occasional comments like "Come on. Hurry up and get it over with so we can get started." After about a minute of rubbing furiously on my boy- _d_i_c_k_ my mother started fiddling with the wooden spoon which was a further distraction. Eventually however I felt that familiar and wonderful rush of energy as I thrust my hips forward and came in great globs - carefully making sure to catch all my teen-cum in my hands. Still flushed, yet after I had regained my breath somewhat I turned, blinking, towards my mother as a sense of reality and doom began to return to me.
"Here, they'll need cleaning anyhow so you might as well wipe yourself on these," she said as she handed me my underwear. I wiped off my hands and my still firm penis and then handed the underwear back to her shamefully. "Well I hope you enjoyed that." she said, adding "I hope it was worth it. You've earned twenty-five swats plus the original ten you were going to get." "But Mom..." I started to say, but she cut me off, "Come on, bend over and let's get started."
Without any further delay I turned to my side and bent over the back of the chair exposing the smooth, pale, hairless cheeks of my adolescent ass. I knew this was going to hurt but I wasn't prepared for the incredible pain of a spanking just after cuming. SMACK! ...... SMACK! ...... SMACK! went the wooden spoon. After just six swats I was holding back tears. I had to take the eleventh over again because she said I was tensing up my buttocks. By the fifteenth I was sobbing and moaning "Ouch!" with the occasional "I'm sorry!" after each swat. The remaining ten swats in this set took absolutely ages because I couldn't stay still and keep my bum sticking "upwards and outwards" the way my mother liked it. After the first twenty five had been administered I was crying like a little boy and my mother gave me a few minutes to rest. During this time she made me get a washcloth dampened with cold water which she used to wipe my face and wash my penis which had now shrunk like a little boys - my _s_e_x_ual climax earlier was nothing but a distant memory.
After I was cleaned up and calmed down I had to bend over and take the ten swats I was originally scheduled for. After the first one I was once again dancing from foot to foot and the tears were flowing.
Subsequent to that punishment I always made sure that my underwear was impeccably clean and I stuck to reading my Calculus text books while waiting for my mother to come to my room to administer a spanking! After that, she would sometimes inspect my underpants and penis carefully just prior to a spanking and ask accusingly, "Have you been masturbating again?" and I would reply "No mum" with as honest an expression as I could muster.