One of the most memorable weekends of my life occurred when I was ten. I was spending the weekend with my friend Matt because my mom had to go out of town on a business trip. He lived in the next county over from us, so I didn't see him everyday at school or in our neighborhood like I did most of my other childhood friends.
Matt lived on a long gravel road. His house had a big yard and in back there were some deep woods. It was a shame his mom wouldn't let us play in the woods, but she was like that. She was very overprotective. That's probably why Matt had no independence because he wasn't allowed to become unattatched to his mother's apron strings.
That Saturday morning Matt and I sat at the table eating breakfast. Both of us ate quickly because we wanted to go outside and play. His mother then told us that she had to go to the store, and she was very reluctant to leaving us alone, but I assured her that we would be fine.
"Okay, but you two stay out of trouble. Otherwise you will both be punished," she warned.
Matt and I were playing outside for about a half-hour. I was getting thirsty and suggested that we walk down the road to the little country store about half-a-mile away.
"We ain't allowed to walk down there," he told me. "Mama won't let us." One thing about Matt was that he had a very strong, accent, even more than most Tennessee natives.
"Come on, she ain't gotta know," I told him.
"She'll give us a spankin if she catches us," he replied.
I never got spanked much at home by my mom, and the last time had been when I was about seven. I had noticed a paddle hanging on the wall in Matt's kitchen. It had a picture of a boy lying over the knees of a man, and his bottom was painted red.
"You still get spankins?" I asked him.
"Yeah, don't you?" he answered.
"Naw, not in a long time," I told him.
"Yer lucky," he said. "But mama will give us a spankin if she catches us."
"She ain't home so she ain't gonna find out," I told him. "Don't be such a chicken!"
"I ain't a chicken!" he said loudly.
"Okay, then prove it!" I said.
So the two of us walked down to the country store and I bought us some cokes with some money my mom had given us. Everything would have gone fine if Matt's mom wasn't coming home from the store when we were walking back. She stopped the car.
"Now we're gonna get it good," Matt said quietly as the two of us walked up to the car and got in.
"Where have you two been?" his mother sternly asked.
"We walked down to the country store," Matt replied.
"You know you're not allowed to walk down there without an adult Matthew," his mom said.
"I know," he answered. "I told Shane we weren't allowed to go by ourselves, but he still wanted to go."
"Well, both of you are going to be punished when we get home," she told us.
"Are ya gonna spank us?" he nervously asked.
"Yes I am," she replied.
The two of us sank back in the seat as the car pulled into the driveway. "Both of you come inside."
Matt and I got out of the car and followed his mom inside. She walked into the kitchen, took the paddle off the hook, and then walked back out to the living room.
"No mama, not the paddle!" Matt begged.
"Matthew, both of your fannies are getting the paddle," she informed him and then she sat down on the couch. "Matthew come here."
He nervously and reluctantly walked over to her. She immediately reached for the button of his jeans.
"No, please don't pull my pants down mama!" he begged.
"They're coming down this time Matthew," she said as she unzipped them and pushed them down below his knees. She then pulled down his underwear.
Matt's back was turned to me, so all I could see was his pale-white bottom. His mom took him by the arm and pulled him over her lap. She raised his shirt a little and then held him securely with an arm around his waist. She began to rub his bottom gently with the paddle, allowing his anticipation to grow.
"How many you gonna give me mama?" he asked with a little fear in his voice.
"I don't know Matt," she said as she continued to rub his bottom with the paddle.
She finally raised the paddle and brought it down hard across the center of his bottom. It made a real loud smack. He let out a loud yell and the paddle struck him again. After five swats he was really howling. She was really spanking him hard, and she acted like she was never going to stop. I stood there nervously watching, and listening to the loud swats and screams, wondering if I was going to get the same.
Matt's bottom was crimson red when she finally stopped spanking him. She stood him up and held him tightly against her. He buried his head in her chest and continued to sob. There was some cream on the couch next to her that she had brought in, and she began to apply some to his very red bottom. She gently yet thoroughly rubbed his buns and between his crack. His back was still turned to me, and his mom's hand disappeared to the front and I couldn't see what she was doing. She finally released him and he stood there sobbing and moved to in front of her. It was then that I noticed his _c_o_c_k_ was hard as a rock, pointing straight out toward her.
"Okay Shane, it's your turn," she announced. "Come here."
I was real scared and my knees were trembling. I could only pray that I wasn't going to get the same as Matt did. I slowly made my way over to her and stood there before her. My jeans were unbuttoned, pulled open, and then pushed well down my knees. Then she pulled down my undies. Of course I was embarrassed having her see my little _d_i_c_k_, but at the time I was more concerned about the paddling itself. She draped me over her lap where I was securely pinned down. I felt the paddle being rubbed over my bottom, and it was the worse feeling. I just wanted her to start and get it over with.
Finally she began the spanking with a fierce swat across the center of my buttocks. It nearly took the wind out of me, and right away I began kicking and crying like a little baby. The paddle kept striking my bottom, and it was worse than anything I'd ever felt before in my life. She was intending to spank me as severely as she could, and that's exactly what she was doing. My bottom felt so hot and sore. Finally it was over and I lied there screaming.
She lifted me off her lap and held me close to her. I felt her rubbing soothing cream all over my buns and between my crack. It felt cold and did take some of the heat away. She was now being very comforting. I then found out what she had done with Matt when I had seen her hand disappear in front of him. She rubbed lotion all over my hairless penis, massaging it with her fingers. It was hard as a rock in no time, and she finally released me from her tight hold.
Matt and I stood there next to each other in tears as his mom pulled our pants and undies up. She then patted us on our rears and told us to behave. We both did behave, up until that evening.
to be continued: