From Silver Spoon to Wooden Spoon (fantasy fiction)
Even though the young actor had recently turned twelve, Ricky Schroeders mom still believed in spanking him. What was worse was that she didnt care who knew about it or even who saw. If he was goofing off on stage when he should be doing his lines she would grab him roughly by an arm and pull him off stage to the ladies restroom or to his dressing room, whichever was nearest at the time, and she would put him over her lap and smack his butt with every ounce of strength in her. And she was a strong woman for her size.
The worst days were when she carried the Spoon. It was a long handled wooden kitchen utensil and boy did it burn something fierce. Hed be crying the moment she pulled the thing from her purse, even though hed try hiding it from the crew and other actors. When she used it she was always fast and furious, like she was trying to keep a fire from spreading; except she was making his butt burn worse than if she were using fire.
Today, Ricky would remember as the worse day of his young life; she carried the spoon and her mood was not good. The young actor had no idea why, but he had decided this morning he would do everything right since he knew she was in that mood. That didnt work.
"What is with you?!" His mother howled, hands on her hip, face very angry. Beyond the two, camera crew and director and anyone within earshot were scooting from the set, knowing all too well what was transpiring. Ricky Schroeder, star of the hit mini series "Silver Spoons" was about to get his butt whacked with a wooden spoon.
"Mom," Ricky pled, wishing someone would come and rescue him from this bad moment, "I didnt mean to slip up. I meant to say "sit" and it just came out all wrong. Honest I didnt mean it."
"Youve been acting up all week," The woman scowled, her eyes cold and steely, "And now you go and embarrass me with this....this...."
She didnt finish her sentence. Instead she glared, watching the child actor squirm beneath her penetrating stare. Ricky didnt think he had acted up too much at all this week. He got into trouble Monday, but she had let him get off and that was all he could remember. That was it. Except maybe now and that was bad.
"Well, thats it." The woman exclaimed and took a firm hold of her sons arm, turning him towards the back where Ricky knew there would be a bathroom or something. He knew he was in trouble and didnt fight. Not that he could. Her fingers dug into his arm pit and the force in which she drug him, he was barely able to keep his footing.
The ladies restroom was the nearest room and he knew, with a great deal of embarrassment, that was where they were heading. He had been in that room several times before, each time to have his butt smacked or paddled with the spoon. Both ways were bad, but the spoon was the worst.
Inside the ladies restroom was an ornamental sofa and arm chair and the boy had been spanked on both. Above the furniture, the room was lined in mirrors and he could see his face had already turned red from his predicament, freckles blending in and his blond hair damp against his forehead.
"Im going to give your bare butt a spanking you wont soon forget," The woman said, brandishing the wooden spoon she had somehow snatched up from her purse on the way in. "Pull your pants down."
"Please mom!" Ricky sniffled, wiped tears from his freckled face and pled. I didnt mean it! Honest!"
"Ricky," the woman gave him that dark glaring look again and said, "You might be a big star out there, but while Im alive you will respect me and you will do as you are told. You will not embarrass me like you did out there and get away with it. Now, pull....down....your pants!"
Rickys body quivered as he realized there was no way out of this horrid situation. His mother meant to blister his butt and she was not playing games about it. His fingers trembled on the snap of his jeans. A tear fell and splashed on his hands while he lowered his zipper to open the front of his pants. His eyes fell on the spoon and he lost control, sobbing uncontrollably and wishing with every wish in his being that he hadnt slipped up and that he wasnt Ricky Schroeder and that he wasnt here right now, undoing his pants for a spanking at the ripe old age of twelve. He was too old! He was a star! He shouldnt have to be spanked anymore!
Impatience gripped his mother and she shoved the boys fingers aside, took a firm hold of the sides of his pants and tugged them down his slender boyish thighs. Ricky sobbed, watching his pants being pulled below his knees.
"Hold your shirt tail up." His mother demanded and the boy pulled his shirt up and tucked it beneath his armpits while his mother took the sides of cotton briefs and swiftly stripped them down his legs, leaving him bare and exposed, his young penis jutting from between his legs in a state of semi hardness.
The boys mother pushed the youngsters underpants below his ankles, acutely aware of Rickys small penis. It was cigar shaped, jutting slightly and proud from a sac that clung tight between his legs, fully round and covered with soft, barely noticeable peach fuzz. Still a boy.
The woman gripped the boy by the arm, positioned his naked body between her legs and bent him across the arm of the chair where she could get a good view of her target.
His butt was firm and muscular, smooth cheeks flexing in dire anticipation of what was about to reign upon them. Without even a moments hesitation, the woman snatched up the wooden spoon, took a firm grip of her prone son, and brought the spoon down with a sharp swing.
Rickys mother never hesitated between swats. Her strokes were fast and furious and Ricky never had time to recover from the sting of the spoon against his bare flesh. The strokes came one after the other, sharp and burning, exploding against his skin like the heat from a flame. She spanked his butt and held him firmly, ignoring his pleas and desperate squirming. Each slap of the spoon landed on new flesh, up and down both cheeks and the tops of his legs, crisscrossing, reddened, already buzzing areas and bringing the boys young body to a frenzied desperate need to escape. But he couldnt. She held him firmly; her legs clamped around his kneecaps, her free arm solidly hold back his grasping fingers. The spoon erupted against his bare buttocks with a pain so fierce Ricky gasped and howled and fought against his mother, twisting and turning in futilely.
Thirty swats, forty, probably fifty. He didnt count. He could only howl and cry and plead while his bottom burned like nothing he had ever felt before and prayed would never feel again. It was like he had sat in liquid hot metal and the stuff was hardening against his flesh.
Finally she let him up, but not without one sharp smack across his right cheek.
"Do not touch your bottom." The woman spoke sharply, "Put your hands on your head and stand in the middle of the room until I say you can go."
Ricky quickly obeyed, dragging his pants and feet across the linoleum, placing his quivering hands on his blond head where the boy stood sobbing violently, heaving and sniffling. His shirt was down, but short and with his hands on his head, did nothing to cover his butt or his now jutting penis. If the pain wasnt so great he would be embarrassed, but his butt and upper thighs throbbed and felt sore and raw. The boy could feel his mothers eyes on him, and he knew better then to move. She would stay for a few moments, lecture him when his crying had subsided a bit, then leave him to stand for a while longer in the middle of the room to think of his punishment. Even then he wasnt allowed to touch his bottom. She wanted him to feel the spanking a while longer. If he moved, from past experience, he knew he would be back over his moms lap.
Finally his crying had subsided to small sobs and his mother left him after explaining why she had given him the "long over due spanking" and assuring him that she still loved him. With a quick warning about moving his hands from his head, she left the bathroom and the boy.
Ricky wanted so bad to rub his bottom, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt his mother would catch him. He stood there, rubbing the tears with elbows and regretting the entire day. He hadnt remembered her so mad. Not since the time he had played in the movie "The Earthling" had she spanked him so hard. They were in Australia, in the backwoods and far from civilization and she didnt care if anyone watched while she pulled down his pants and wailed his butt with a piece of leather she had picked up on the way. His butt had welts and burned for days after that. It had felt good when he had gotten to wash in the hot springs an hour later.
The door opened.
"Pull up your pants and wash your face," His mother poked her head in. "everyones ready for the re-shoot."
Ricky rubbed his eyes, then gingerly pulled on his underpants and pants, thinking how embarrassed he was going to be going out on the set with everybody watching him. But he had done it before....he was an actor and a good one. He could fool them if he tried hard enough.
But even as he walked from the bathroom towards the set, the boy knew he couldnt hide that with every step, the rub of the rough material of his pants against his sore and raw flesh hurt.