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>I made the mistake of telling my mom her hand spanking >‘didn’t hurt’ as I was getting off her lap. I >had just turned 11 and the truth was it DID hurt, I >was just trying to one up her. She acted like she >didn’t hear me. > >The next morning mom took me to our local Cracker >Barrel for breakfast. On the way out mom cased the >gift shop and found what she was looking for…. That >exact paddle ball set. It did have a longer handle >than most, and it was very sturdy and weighty…. Not >at all like the 5 and dime store ones. > >My 11 yo mind was spinning clearly realizing she HAD >heard my didn’t hurt comment and was going to make >an adjustment. As we stood at the cash register with >a line of seemingly older people around us my mom said >to the cashier ‘my son Timmy here says my hand >spankings don’t hurt’. I’ve never been more >embarrassed. A dozen senior citizens were smirking >and thinking about mom paddling my young blond butt. >My face and ears burned red. > >We sat in silence in the car. About half way home I >broke the silence… ‘it did hurt mom. I was just >being a jerk. I’m sorry’. Mom smiled which made >me relax. She explained that my 11th birthday was >last week. ‘It’s time for an upgrade’. 😬 > I fiddled with that paddle rationalizing that at >least it wasn’t that big. Mom suggested I pull the >rubber band and ball off. ‘We won’t be needing >those on there. > >As soon as we got home the house seemed eerily silent. > Dad was at the office. Mom had me home alone. Mom >invited me up to her bedroom. My stomach tightened. >When I was invited it’s never good. > >She closed the door. We were the only ones home…why >did she close the door? Suddenly the ‘only ones >home privacy’ made me uneasy. Dads not around to >rescue me. No one’s downstairs to hear me. > >Mommy wants to try out her new paddle. She asked me >to undress to my underpants. I asked if we could wait >till I earned a spanking. She calmly told me I did, >when I told her my last hand spanking ‘didn’t >hurt’. Everything off buddy, hurry up. > >I’m close with my mom and we were always best >friends. I had no modesty with her. She giggled as I >stood there all 78 pounds of me in just a hanging pair >of Hanes white briefs. I was known for my mop of >blond curls. ‘You need a haircut’ > >She took me over her knee with my underwear up… >silly me I thought a was going to get my maiden voyage >with the paddle through underpants. As soon as I was >over mom pulled those to my ankles. She usually just >started spanking me, but this time she fidgeted >scootching me forward so my upper body was towards the >flood. She put her leg across the back of mine. I >tried squirming but I was stuck. I instinctively >reached back to cover my butt and she firmly pulled my >wrist into the small of her back. > >Mom always rubbed my butt before spanking it. I liked >that part to be honest. She rubbed, tickled, patted, >squeezed. Her voice was a whisper. ‘Mommy is going >to scald your little blond ass. Let’s see if we can >make the paddle hurt.’ > >The paddle is crisp, sharp, stingy and burns! She >started left cheek right cheek then across the middle >for a bunch and down low on my sit spots for a bunch >more. My eyes flooded with tears. I assured her it >was hurting and I made a move to get up. Mom was very >strict. ‘Don’t you move, don’t you dare move!’ > >Then I learned something. Moms first go round with >the paddle we’re love taps. She began spanking my >ass for real…. The paddle sounding like a >firecracker each time I’d cracked my bare boy >cheeks. I howled as the burn was unbearable, and mom >let that paddle tour my ass clearly punishing it at a >different level than ever before. I was stuck in a >cycle of deep heaving sobs interrupted by hiccups. >‘Does it hurt?’ I tried to answer. ‘DOES’ >‘IT ‘ ‘HURT? ‘. The paddle flattened my sit >spots with pinpoint accuracy and it felt like my skin >was being melted and blistered. She went on for what >seemed like hours, rapid fire popping on ass as my >body began whisky bucking across her knee. She was >going too far. She was hurting me badly. > >Suddenly it stopped and the only noise in the room was >my coughing and gasping, heaving and sobbing. Voice >shaky, ass trembling involuntarily. It burned, it >ached, it throbbed. Mom sat still. ‘Don’t you >dare rub or you’ll be right back for more’ > >I was marched to the corner and my nose pushed right >in till it touched both walls. One hour later mom >gave me the best lotion rub off my young life. That >Cracker Barrel paddle is nasty.

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