Getting Spanked

Let me first start describing my family. It’s just Mom and me. Dad cheated on Mom just after I was born, and Mom threw him out. He disappeared, and I guess he did not care about me. The feeling is mutual. I never recall Mom dating anyone, but always wondered why. I was too shy to ask girls out and my Mom kept pestering my about it. However, I enjoyed being just the two of us. I was always the man of the house, but Mom always treated me like her little boy not wanting me to grow up. For example, every time I do something wrong she will spank me, even to this day. I always tell her I way too old to be spanked, but she says that if I child misbehaving like a child that I must be punished like a child.

I forgot to mention that when she spanks me, I must be completely nude. I didn’t care about it when I was young; except for a few times we had company. Yes, even in front of company. But when I started puberty, it freaked me out. I went through almost a year without being spanked because I thought I was too old for that. Then a couple of months ago, I did something really stupid (which is another story). I remember my Mom yelling for me.

“Bill, get your ass over here right now!” she yelled. I always know I’m in trouble when she calls me ‘Bill’ because she usually calls me ‘Billy’. She gave me a big lecture about what I done wrong. Then, “time for your punishment. Strip!”

“Mom, I too old for that. Can’t I be dealt with some other way?” I pleaded.

“Nope, behave like I child, be punished like a child. Maybe when you start acting like your age I could take away your games, computer, or TV. But I’m afraid this will do.”

“Do I still have to be naked? I’m grown up now.” I realized I was not going to win this argument.

“Then why don’t you act like a grown up. Since this really bothers you, for now one any punishment, like not doing the dishes, will result in Spanking until you completely convince me that you are a man.” I wondered why I keep making things worse. She continued, “Are you worried that I will see you pee-pee? You should not be ashamed of your body. It doesn’t bother me if you’re all grown-up down there. I have seen plenty.” What the hell did that mean?

I started taking off my clothes and then, “SHIT!” I accidentally said out loud.

“All right, now I triple your spankings,” my Mom reacted.

“Shit!” I said in my head this time. What was the problem? Hormones, puberty, the stupid idea of getting naked even in front of my own mother are causing me to get hard. My face started getting red and I started crying. I couldn’t believe I was about to show my mother my hard-on.

Once, I was down to my underwear, my mom said “oh, you got a little stiffie. Don’t worry, I sure my spanking will make it go away.” I eventually got my underwear off, and my dick was as hard as ever.

My Mom sat in the chair and signaled me to come over. I went to Mom, bent over, and rested on her knees covered by her pants. Then she grabbed to old wooden paddle and started the spanking. She was spanking harder than I ever remembered. Then, my dick somehow got between her knees and they were rubbing me from all sides. I started having sensations I never had before (I did not know how to masturbate then). Then, I had the feeling of almost blacking out and having the best feeling I ever had before. I didn’t know it then, but know I know it was my first cum.

When the spanking was done, I got up and saw white stuff all over her pants and on the floor. I had no clue what it is or what I have done. I thought I peed white globs all over her. I was freaking out because I did not know what was happening to me and what my Mom would do.

“Billy, look at the mess you made. Can you not control yourself? Apparently not, since you are still a ‘child’,” she said firmly but not yelling at me which surprised me.

From then on the spankings were more frequent. She started using a towel over her knees for my ‘leakage’. Eventually my orgasms started going away during the spankings. I guess it was most likely due to figuring out how to masturbate. However, I always had hard-ons during the spankings.



Last week, our neighbors moved out of there house. They were an old couple that would always invite me for cookies or let me use their pool. Now we are going to have new neighbors, and why would they let me use their pool. I look outside my bedroom window to get a look at our new neighbors moving in. Eventually I see a gorgeous woman about in her mid-thirties with D-cup tits go out in the back yard. Awesome, maybe I’ll get to see her in her bikini sun bathing or something hot like that. Hey, I’m a horny teenager.

Who is that? Is that her daughter? An absolutely beautiful girl my age with some perky B-cup breasts comes out to the backyard checking out the pool. Maybe I’ll get to spy on her too. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen lives right next to me. Soon, we will run into each other start talking and maybe hit it off. But, I’m too shy. I am definitely going to freak out when I meet her. I needed to clear my head so I go downstairs to watch TV in the living room.

I find my Mom is watching TV in the living room. “Hey Mom, who just moved in next door?”

“Mrs. Calhoun and her daughter. I have heard that they are very nice.”

“Is it just them two? Where is their dad? Was he an ass too?” Whoops, I brought up a sore subject.

“Bill, Mr. Calhoun just died in Iraq. He was a Marine. Be careful what you assume especially in front of them. How about we go say hello to our new neighbors?”

Now I’m panicking. “Right now. I really don’t want to. Can I just relax?” I reply trying to get out of it.

“What’s wrong with you? Too shy. My poor baby.” Yep, I will find a way to never grow up. “That’s right. Did you see Amy? She’s cute. You need to get over your shyness so you could talk to her. Come on baby, try to be a man.”

We get up and head next door. My heart is pounding. I should have stayed in my room and just listened to my music. Now I am going to embarrass myself in front of that beautiful girl.

We go up to the front door and ring the doorbell. The mom answers and the daughter are right behind her. Luckily, my Mom speaks instead of forcing me to introduce us. “Hi, I’m Joanne and this is my son Billy. Say hi Billy.”

“Um, hi” is all I can muster out.

“Hello, my name is Donna and this is my daughter Amy,” happily says the mom.

Amy sort of speaking and whispering “hello”. She looks nervous too.

We were invited in, and both our moms were chatting the whole time luckily. Mrs. Donna starts talking about setting Amy’s desktop computer up and my Mom mentions that I am a computer whiz and I could help set it up.

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