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>Thank you for sharing that story, Timmy! Do you >remember feeling angry and resentful toward your mom, >for giving you such a blistering spanking, when you >hadn't really committed any major transgression? Or >did that lotion rub put you right back onto good terms? > >Honestly, I think she could have made her point by >giving you just a sample of the new paddle, in the >form of a belated birthday spanking, of sorts: 11 >medium-hard pops on your bare bum -- enough to bring >some tears to your eyes, and a good idea of what lay >in store for your bottom, the next time you really >misbehaved! > >I'm very intrigued by the aftercare, with lotion: Was >that a usual part of the post-spanking routine for >you? It's a ritual that shows up in many spanking >stories, of questionable truthfulness, and I have >often wondered if it was actually a part of many kids' >real spanking experiences. > >>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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