Date: Sat, 7 Sep 1996 11:54:57 -0400 X-Sender: teddyt@teddyt.pop.crosslink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 To: laura@netgate.net From: Ted Subject: Stevie's Mom Stevie's Mom (F/mm) I was about 12 at the time, and was playing in the stucco-walled basement/rec room at my friend Stevie's. Just horsing around, and somehow one of the lamps fell to the floor and broke. We stood frozen in fear at the sudden shattering noise and then sighed a "Whew," when we realized we hadn't been hurt -- not yet anyway. All of sudden, Mrs. Bell came bounding down the stairs from the kitchen with her apron still on. She surveyed the damage, put her hands on her hips and glared straight at Stevie, who had his head down. His hands started to cover his rear end. Well, young man, it looks like you've earned another whipping. Do you want to wait until your father gets home?" "No, ma'am," he said with resignation. "Then march upstairs right now, and get the hairbrush from the vanity." "Aww, Mom," he wailed, "Not the hairbrush." "That's what you said last week. This was my aunt's lamp and you've broken it. You get the hairbrush. When I get upstairs I want you over the edge of my bed with your underpants down, do you understand?" Stevie scowled and began slowly walking upstairs. "As for you, Teddy," Mrs. Bell lectured, "I think you should go home right now and think about the trouble you just helped make for Stevie. He's not going to be able to sit down for supper tonight." "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly. "Maybe I can help pay for it." "Maybe," she said. "Now, skedaddle." The next day, while Stevie was over at the community pool, I tentatively walked over to the Bell's house, waited a long time before getting up the courage, and knocked on the door. Mrs. Bell answered and said, "Why, Teddy, you know where Stevie is." "I know. I wwwasss jussst thinkkking," I stammered, "abbbout yesssterday. It was my fault, too, but I don't have any money. I was thinking maybe I deserve a spanking, too, but my Mom doesn't believe in it. Will you give me a spanking?" "I suppose so," she said with faint smile. "Come in and sit on the couch until I tell you to come upstairs." I waited about five minutes before being summoned. "Teddy, you may come upstairs now." When I entered her room, she motioned me over to the alcove housing her vanity and her large closet. She didn't look like Mrs. Bell. She was wearing a long black dress, black nylon stockings and had higher heeled shoes than I had ever seen before. "You are a naughty boy and you deserve a good hard spanking, don't you,Teddy?" she cooed. "Yes, ma'am." "Then come over here and stand to my right." As I did so, she picked up a silver-plated oval hairbrush and placed it on her lap. She unbuttoned my pants and put me across her lap. I could feel her legs move apart as she did so. "Because this is your first time, I shall allow you to keep your underpants on. Get ready." "Owww," I yelled when the first stroke stung my backside. "Owwww, ouchhhh, owwww, nghnghng, owwwww, oucchhhh." The underpants were providing NO protection!! I felt very weird. The spanking stung, but I had this pleasant warm sensation tingling my bottom and spreading down my thighs -- and I guess my front side too. Mrs. Bell was actually spanking me very lightly with the brush, but I yelled and kicked my legs anyway. "Are (SMACK) you (SPANK) going (WHACK) to (SPANKSPANK) behave (WHAP) young (SPANK) man (SPANKSPANK)?" "No," I found myself saying unexpectedly. "If you keep doing this I'm going to do something very naughty with myself when I get home." "Oh, so you're excited? I can take care of that, you bad bad boy." With that, she pulled down my underpants and doubled up the strength of the spanking. WHAPWHAP WHAP WHAP SMACKSMACK. The licks got harder and harder and my bottom turned from pale pink to blazing red. This really hurt and I began to cry. At the same time I felt a new sensation. As I wiggled and wiggled over her silky black dress, my hands brushed against her nylon hose just abover her left ankle and my you- know-what started rubbing against her silky dress. She reacted with an unexpected soft moan and her legs moved farther apart. "Teddy, you are too big a boy for this, I see." "No, I'm not," I protested, amazed at how the tables were turning. "Please spank me as much as I need, Mrs. Bell. Spank me hard!" WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPSMACKSMACKSPANKCRACKWHAP WHOPWHOPSPANKSPANKSPANK. I was now crying my eyes out, not able to decide whether I wanted to get up or lay there across her smooth silky dress forever. I am so embarrassed about telling this story, that I will leave out the details. But after she and Mr. Bell separated and Stevie moved in with his father, I kept presenting myself to her for bad boy spankings until I left for college. I'm so ashamed. Maybe later I'll tell about some others. ###