This is the first time I am writing about the only spanking I got from my mother when I I was about 9 years old. Whenever my friends talked about their spankings, I did not admit that I had once been spanked. And, in fact, corporal punishment was not usual at my house. But once I was asking for it...

I was on the way back from school together with a friend. It was a very hot day and I was wearing short jeans, a black T-Shirt, white socks and brown leahter sandals. I was quite angry on my way because my teacher at school had taken away my "gameboy". I had been playing during the break, but it was not allowed.

Suddenly, we met my mother on our way. I told her about the "Gameboy" and I was complaining about my teacher. She said that my teacher was right and I was a naughty boy. But I was so angry that I kept on complaining and asking my mother to get back my "gameboy". I got really furious and started to shout at her. So, no wonder, she became very angry. Suddelny, my friend said to my mother that he would be spanked with a cooking spoon on his bare butt if he behaved like that. My mother said this his parents were right and that she was now about to do the same with me. My friend grinned and I stoped complaining...

When my mother and I were in front of our house, Mum was still very angry. She told me to enter the hallway, but I did not want to. So I was waiting about 5 minutes before the house. Then I dared to enter. Meanwhile I had started to cry. When my mother saw me, she grabbed my arm and I had to go to the living room. Then she went to the kitchen and came back with a cooking-spoon. I was in teror. Without saying anything, she grabbed my arm, went to a chair and pulled down my panties. Then she took me and I had to lay over her knees. I was crying loudly now and asked her to stop all that. But no use: Now I had to count. I did not feel the first ones, but then came the pain. I squirmed and kicked my legs, but I stoped resisting when I was at about 20. I was just laying over the lap and let it all happen. While my butt was being blistered, I could watch my toes cramping in my sandals.

After 40, it was over. I was allowed to stand up. But I had stand in the corner with my red butt bared for about half an hour. Then I had to go to bed.

The next day my friend told me that I was staning in front of our house listening to my cries. I was quite ashamed.