It was an hour before Mom got home from work. It would take her another 10 to 15 minutes to drive home. That was plenty of time. I was certain I would never be caught.

Just to be safe, I set the clock on the computer ahead 10 minutes. I told myself I had to log off the computer at 5 p. m., and it actually would be 10 'til 5 and I would be safe.

It was all set now. I was ready to go exploring for a little cyper-_s_e_x_. To set the mood, I stripped.

I then logged onto the Internet and went straight to my favorite site ‹ Women in the Nude. I sat in front of the computer, completely naked myself, staring at women's bodies. I surfed the 'Net, moving from one naughty site to another.

It gave me such an excitement, looking at all those nude bodies. My heart was racing, and I began to feel myself getting an erection. I began to masturbate as I stared at the photographs.

In the background, the stereo was blaring. I became lost in ecstasy.

Suddenly, I was startled by a voice behind me.

"Just what do you think you're doing!''

I whipped around in my chair to see my mother standing at the door! Oh _s_h_i_t_, she was home early.

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say or do. So I just sat there, frozen.

"Answer me," she said as she walked closer to the computer. "What do you think you are doing, mister!"

"I --- I --- I'm . . ." I was trying to think of excuse, but I had none. I had been caught, and there was no way to explain it.

"Oh, my GOD!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe it."

Foolishly, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "It was an e-mail, and I just opened it to see what it was," I said. Later, I realized just how ridiculous this excuse sounded. Why would I be sitting at the computer completely naked reading e-mail?

"No," Mom said. "This is not e-mail. This is pornography! You've been looking at pornography, haven't you? Haven't you?"

I nodded my head sheepishly.

Mom continued to lecture me about my repulsive behavior as the sensual and quite revealing image still illuminated the computer screen.

"Get that filth off the screen," she said finally.

Suddenly, I felt so dirty, so small. I felt as if I was 10 again instead of 16. I quickly closed the Internet browser and began to log off the computer. As I was shutting down the computer, Mom noticed just how long I had been online. The computer clock showed that I had stayed online 47 minutes.

"Were you looking at that filth all that time?" Mom demanded.

I only nodded.

"This isn't the first time you've done this, is it? How long has this been going on?" she queried.

I shrugged. "I don't know. A few months," I said, ashamedly.

"A few months! You've been sneaking around looking at this pornography for a couple of months? I can't believe you'd do this! I'm glad I came home early and finally saw what's been going on. I'm so ashamed of you, Lyle. You are in big trouble."

I reached down to pick up my underwear, trying to cover my crotch with my hand.

"You can leave those where they are. You won't be needing them for a while," Mom instructed.

"I can't get dressed?" I complained.

"Not 'til your father gets home."

It was still a few minutes before 5. Dad wouldn't be home for at least another half-hour.

"No, you're going to leave your clothes off so your dad can see how I caught you," she said.

I sighed.

"In the meantime, I think you need to go take a cold shower."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded. I sullenly made my way down the hallway to my bathroom. I was so embarrassed. I also still sported a full erection. Once I stepped into the shower, finally finished masturbating. I then proceeded with a long, ice-cold shower.

The frigid water felt good streaming down my naked body. I used the bar soap to caress my almost hairless chest and legs. Even though I was 16, I had very little hair on my body except that on my head and a moderate growth of pubic hair.

Dad still wasn't home when I finished my shower. I pleaded with my mom to let me at least put on some underwear, but she refused.

Instead, she ordered me to stand in the corner until my father arrived. I couldn't believe it. Mom used to give me time-outs when I was little, but not since I became and teen-ager and usually not while I nude.

"Lyle, you are to stand with your nose to the wall and your hands on your head," she instructed.

How humiliated I was. To make it even worse, Mom sat on the bed watching me. If I started to turn around or even put my arms down for a second, she'd warn me not to move. My arms started to get heavy after five or 10 minutes. Finally, I couldn't hold them up any longer. I let them fall to my side.

"Young man, I told you to keep your hands on your head!" she said. I think she thought I would start playing with myself if I had my hands free.

'"I'm trying, but I'm tired," I complained.

"Get over here right now," she continued.

I turned and began to walk toward the bed. Mom reached over and picked up my hairbrush off the nightstand. She then grabbed my arm, spun me around and gave me five quick, but very hard, swats with the brush.

SMACK . . . . SMACK . . . SMACK . . . . SMACK . . . SMACK . . .

The swats landed mostly on my upper thighs and stung like fire.

"When I tell you not to move, you better do as I say," Mom said as she motioned me back into the corner.

I'd only been back in the corner a few minutes when I heard my dad come in.

"All right, come on," Mom said.

She took me by the arm and begin leading me down the hall to the living room, where Dad and my brother, who was 12 at the time, stood.

Dad looked shocked to see me standing there naked. My brother, Todd, looked even more shocked.

"Where are your clothes, boy?" Dad asked.

"This is how I found your son when I got home this afternoon," Mom explained.

Dad looked puzzled.

Mom then turned to me. "Go ahead. Tell your father what you were doing," she said.

I just stood there for a minute.

"Well?" Dad said impatiently.

"Tell him," Mom interjected.

"I ---- I --- I was looking at girlie pictures," I said finally.

"On the Internet," Mom threw in.

"Pornography!" Dad exclaimed. "You were looking at pornography!"

I merely nodded.

"He said he's been doing it for months," Mom added.

Dad looked like he was going to explode in anger. "BOY!" he said. He immediately began reaching for his belt as he started toward me. He whipped the belt from his pants as he charged at me. "I'm going to thrash you within an inch of your life, boy!"

There was no further discussion about it. I was going to be spanked ‹ and good.

Todd just stood there with a smirk on his face. It had been a long time since he'd seen Dad give me a whipping, and he knew it was going to be a good one.

Dad sat down and ordered me to bend over. Suddenly, I felt like I was 12 again. I knelt down and stretched my body over his lap. I gripped the arm of the chair tightly, keeping my legs straight and slightly apart.

Dad raised the belt high into the air and then brought it down on my left buttock. SMACK!!!

SMACK!! . . . The second lick hit a bit lower, landing on my thighs, already tender from my earlier encounter with the hairbrush.

Dad was just warming up. I knew I was in for a long hard spanking.

SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMACK . . . The next three swats fell like steel, all hitting near the same spot, striking me where my thighs joined my bottom. I could no longer control myself. I began tearing up.

Dad proceeded to blister my bottom, alternating between the right side of my bottom and the left. It felt as if a piece of tender flesh was being ripped away each time the leather belt landed on my bare bottom.

SMACK!! The belt hit my left buttock..... SMACK! It pelted the right buttock. Dad covered every inch of my bottom. But the worst part was when he spanked my naked legs. There would surely be bruises on my legs for several days. I dreaded going to school the next day and having to strip for gym.

SMACK ..... SMACK ....... SMACK ...... SMACK...... SMACK....... I hadn't been strapped like this in nearly two years. I had deserved it several times, but Dad withheld his wrath for something really bad. This was it. Now, I was paying for it. Dad continued to whip me harder and harder. SMACK ..... SMACK ......

Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. I started crying. I bawled as he continued to spank me.

SMACK ....... SMACK .... SMACK ..... SMACK.... I was trying to get up, but Dad pinned my legs down with his and kept one hand on my back to keep me from moving. I had never seen my father so angry or felt his hand so heavy.

He spanked me for 10 minutes solid. I really thought it would never end. Then, with one final SMACK with the belt the nearly sent me flying across the room, it was over. Dad ordered me to get up and get dressed.

As sore as my bottom was, I was still expected to get dressed and sit at the dinner table with the family.

When I got home from school the next day, the computer was gone, and I never saw it again. After that, I had to go back to the old-fashion way of satisfying my curiosity: hiding a Playboy under the mattress.