Date: Sat, 7 Sep 1996 11:41:54 -0400 X-Sender: teddyt@teddyt.pop.crosslink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 To: laura@netgate.net From: Ted Subject: Initiation Initiation (m/f, f/m, F/f, F/m, M/f) As her counselor, I heard from Michelle that she began "coming on" to spanking fantasies at about age 12 or so. Her case, however, was somewhat unusual among my clientele, because she was regularly spanked as a child -- at home and at school, with a hand, a hairbrush that was kept on display on the mantle and, sometimes, bent over a chair or high bed for a strapping. Through persistent examination, however, it became clear that the root of Michelle's obsession lay earlier in her youth. Here is the story, and I tell it as she is in a hypnotic sleep on my leather couch: It was a summer afternoon back in 1956. Dad was at work, and Mom had gone to a neighbor's for her weekly bridge club meeting. While Michelle was playing with her dolls in her room, she heard a tapping at the front door. There was the new kid in the neighborhood, Teddy, and Michelle, frankly, was sweet on this freckle-faced, blue-eyed scamp. But she had not really gotten to know him. She went to Catholic school, and he went to the nearby public school. She invited Ted in, and said he could come to her room to see her dolls and other toys. "You have a very neat room" said Teddy, brushing his brown bangs out of his eyes. "Mine is messy, and I can't keep it clean." "Oh, well we are very fussy in our house," Michelle replied. "So's my mom," said Teddy. "And I'm always getting it for making a mess, even though I try to keep clean, and for not taking a bath when I'm supposed to." "Get what?" asked Michelle innocently. "You know! A licking," said Teddy, somewhat proudly. "You mean a spanking?" said Michelle, wide-eyed. "Of course. Don't you get it, too?" "No, Teddy. I never got a spanking. Except maybe once or twice Dad swatted my backside for talking back. But that was when I was just learning how to talk." "Well, I get it ALL the time, Michelle. You're lucky, I guess," Teddy said wistfully. "What's it like," a curious Michelle piped up, against her better judgment that this was a subject best left alone. "Well, what do you think! It hurts," said Teddy. "Sometimes more than others." "And sometimes," he continued, starting to talk a little faster, "it makes me feel better after it happens, cuz I only get yelled at right before the spanking and not really after it." "That's really neat, Teddy. I wonder what it would feel like." "Can I show you, Michelle. Just the way I get it?" Michelle hesitated quite a bit, then looked into Teddy's cute eyes and said, "Yeah. That would be neat. You're not gonna hurt me are you?" "No. This is just for fun. I won't make you cry, I promise," said Teddy, moving closer to Michelle on the edge of her frilly bedspread. "Come here!" Michelle again hesitated, but before she could decide how to deal with this, Teddy had pulled her across his knee. "Ohhhh!" gasped Michelle, wondering if she had made a mistake. But Teddy was just so sweet, and she was so lonesome right no. She did not put up a fuss. "First I have to pull down your pants, Michelle," he said, assuming an authoritative tone, as he began tugging at the waist of her blue pedal pushers. Down they came. "Now I have to pull your panties down, too," he proclaimed, as Michelle giggled and wiggled across his bluejeans. "Oooohhh," she gasped, the trepidation fading and the curiousity building. Teddy was now staring down at Michelle's tiny white bottom, clenched tightly over his lap. He began lightly, not wanting to harm his new friend. SMACK. The first one caught her by surprise, and Michelle yelped.SWAT. The second one stung more than she expected, but she was too afraid to do anything but yell, "Ouch." Teddy began spanking more rapidly now -- SPANK SPANK SPANK SWAT SMACK SPANK SMACK-- and Michelle started wriggling and yelling, "Owwww!" It didn't really hurt, but she thought that's what she was supposed to say. Actually, although Michelle did not admit it to herself, the spanking felt really warm, and she was pleased to let Teddy see her bare bottom. All of a sudden, Teddy stopped. "See, that's what it feels like, 'cept my Mom does it harder." "Do you cry," asked Michelle. Teddy looked away, then confessed, "Yes, I do. It hurts like heck, and I always am sorry I made my mom angry." "I'm sorry," Michelle said sweetly. Ted then surprised her by asking, "Do you wanna try it -- on me?" Michelle, pulling her clothes back on, nodded tentatively. They both paused, mulling over their dangerous game. After awhile, Teddy stood up, silently walked to Michelle's right, pulled down his bluejeans and size 8 briefs and laid himself over her lap. She briefly got her first view of a boy's pee pee thing but quickly found herself at sea as to what to do with him. "That's OK, Michelle. You can spank me now. As hard as you like." She began, softly at first, then harder. Teddy was squirming actively over her knee and grunting with each of her surprisingly hard smacks. Neither had seen the door to her room open and Mrs. Myers standing there in slack-jawed horror! "What in the name of Jesus and Mary is going on here??" "OH," gasped Michelle. "Nothing. We were just playing," she continued, batting her eyelashes and looking like the angel she would not be again for decades. "Aww, it's just a game, Mrs. Myers," Teddy piped up. "Well, I never!" sputtered Michelle's horrified mother. "This is not a game. This is dirty! You're naked, young man." Michelle, aghast at her mother's tempestuous reaction, began to sob softly as Teddy pulled up his pants. "This is NOT a game!" her mother shouted. "If you think it is, you are mistaken." Mrs. Myers shuddered and turned away for a moment. The children were petrified, no clue as to what to do next. Her mother made THAT decision, ordering Michelle's newest and bestest friend to stop what he was doing, to pull his pants down again and go lie face down on Michelle's bed. He did so with a full appreciation of what might happen next. He put his face into Michelle's laced pillow case, sniffing sweet little-girl aroma. "As for you, Michelle," Mrs. Myers snarled as she yanked her naughty daughter to her, "you are going to find out this is NOT a game." With Teddy face down on the bed, and Michelle moist-eyed and already remorseful, her mother bent her over, pulled down both pedal pushers and panties and began walloping Michelle hard on her very small and very frightened bare bottom. SPANK SPANK SPANK!!! "How do you like that, Michelle?" OWWWW! OWWWW! No, Mommy, I DON'T like that," Michelle wailed. "WAAAAH." Tears were flowing freely now, but that did not deter Mom. SLAP SMACK SWAT SMACK SPANK WHAP. "Anhuhhuhhhwaahhuuuhhh," Michelle cried without stop. "OWWW! OWWW! I'm sorry, mommy! I'm sorry! I'll never do that again! Please, mommy! OWWWW! OWWWW BBOOOHHHOOO WAAAAAHWAAAAH. "Now go stand in the corner, young lady," Mrs. Myers ordered, sternly marching to the side of the bed and young bare-bottom Teddy. As she strode, she took off the belt that was cinching her raspberry colored suit. "You, obviously, are no stranger to this," she said angrily. "And you are responsible for what happened. I will see to it that you get a whipping when you get home. But first, you'll get one from ME." THWAPWHAPTHWAPWHOPSMACK SMACKTHWHAP, she began vigorously. Teddy, indeed, was no stranger to what was happening. He bucked his bottom with each stroke of the belt, which was terrifying the cornered Michelle by its loud cracks but was really not as painful as Daddy's belt would have been. But neither she nor Teddy knew what a real strapping felt like. Teddy yelled and screamed and begged for mercy each time the mommy belt came down on his backside. He sobbed and pleaded and cried. Although Michelle was too mortified to peek, his little boy bottom was turning red with strap marks. He cried hard. Finally, Mrs. Myers tired, though her anger had not passed, and she let Teddy scamper downstairs and back outside, adjusting and rubbing the seat of his jeans as he ran. The children were not allowed to play with each other any more, Teddy's family moved out of town and they never saw each other again -- until 30 years later, when they recalled with undisguised pleasure their very first meeting and the dozens of re-creations they had endured since. * * * As her counselor, I helped Michelle understand her fascination with spankings. At our last session, she found perfect peace, face down on the leather davenport, her forefinger in her mouth, staring at the little indented buttons in the couch that reminded her of the stiffening buds emerging from her own breast. It was at that session that I purged Michelle of any guilt by administering an exquisitely soft bare-bottom hand-spanking that lasted most of our scheduled 50 minutes.