by Jim Redding
This happened to me when I was in college. I went to the grocery store to pick up a few items that I needed for supper. The store I went to had a free coffee area for the customers where you could get a free cup of coffee and sometimes they even had cookies and donuts. This happened at about 4:30 PM when everybody seemed to be buying something for suppertime and the store was quite crowded. I had one of those small baskets that carry a few items in one hand and I was reaching for an empty coffee cup with the other hand. A woman was standing in front of me and she had just poured herself a full cup of coffee. Anyway, I accidentally bumped her with the plastic basket and coffee spilled down the front of her dress. To make matters worse, the dress was a light colored cotton and the dark coffee spread all over the front of her dress.
I said, "I'm sorry. Is there anyway I could make it up to you!"
"Are you kidding. Now I will need to dry clean this dress, and even then I'm not sure if the stain will come out. If you were one of my kids, I would give you a good hard spanking when I got home," the woman said.
"I'll pay for the dry cleaning, but is there anything else I could do to make it up to you?" I said.
"I wasn't kidding about you deserving a spanking," she said. "If you pay me for the dry cleaning and you agree to follow me home for a spanking, I'll forget about the whole thing."
"But I haven't been spanked since I was twelve years old," I said. "Isn't there any other way I could make it up to you?"
"Either you agree to the spanking and paying for the dry cleaning, or I will make a big scene in the store, and you don't want that to happen."
"Okay, I'll take a spanking," I said.
"Good," she said. "Put down your stuff and follow me home. I don't want to be seen like this for very long."
So I followed her out of the store, we got into our cars and I followed her home. Once we got there, she showed me in and said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa while I go into the bedroom and change." So I sat there and waited. Soon she came out wearing a different dress, then she took a chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room. She sat down on the chair and turned to me and said, "I want you to come over to where I am seated, and stand there with your arms at your sides." So I went over to her and I stood as she directed me. "When my kids were growing up, I always spanked them on their bare bottoms and they were expected to follow my every command or else they received a more severe spanking, and I expect the same from you. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do," I replied.
"Also, during the spanking you shall refer to me as Mrs. Anderson if you need to address me, but otherwise you will only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said.
"Yes what?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson," I said.
"That's better," she said. "Now I want you to stand still with your arms at your sides while I prepare you for your spanking." So I had to stand there while she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, unbuttoned them and guided them to the floor. I started to say something and she said, "I told you I always gave my kids spankings on their bare behinds, and that's what you're getting. So stand still and don't say a word!"
Then she grabbed hold of the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down to my ankles. I was now standing naked from the waist down in front of a woman I had just met. I had an erection, and she noticed it. "I see you are a little excited. My boys would sometimes have erections at the beginning of their spankings, but they would always go down by the end of the spanking. Now lay over my lap." She first hiked up her skirt and then positioned me so that my penis was between her legs. Then the spanking started. She started lightly but soon the spanks really stung as she covered my whole bottom. While I was still over her lap and while she was spanking me, she spoke. "I never asked your name, what is it?"
"Clyde," I answered.
"Clyde, I'm sorry we had to meet this way but I am glad you decided to come home with me for a spanking." I felt like a little kid being spanked by my mother. Soon the spanking stopped and she said, "After a hand spanking, I would always paddle my kids. So stand up, and once I get up I want you to bend over the back of the chair with your hands on the edge of the seat."
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson," I said.
"Now you are learning and acting like a good boy," she said. As I leaned over the chair, I saw her go into the bedroom and get a paddle. It was a long wooden paddle with holes in it. "This is really going to sting, but my kids could take it so you should be able to handle it. You now will get 50 swats of the paddle. If you move from your position, I will add more to that, so be sure and stay bent over."
I was surprised how much the first swat hurt. When I was younger, my parents would sometimes paddle me, but the paddle never had holes in it. So by the time I had received about forty swats, my bottom was really hurting. On the next swat, I stood up and rubbed my bottom. "I told you not to move from your position," she said. "For that, you will receive ten more swats. Bend over, again." So I bent over to receive twenty more swats. At fifty swats she said, "That takes care of your fifty swats, now stay bent to receive your extra ten swats of the paddle."
I bent over again and I stayed bent over until the last two swats. They were so painful that I stood up again and rubbed my poor hurting bottom. "Clyde, it seems like you want me to spank you all day. Standing up again will cost you extra ten swats again. Please bend over, again."
So I bent over the chair again and this time really grasped the edge of the seat so that I would stay in position. In this manner I was able to take the next twelve swats. As I received the last swat she said, "Stay bent over until I say you can stand up. I want to examine your bottom." Then I felt her hands on my poor bottom. At least they were soft and didn't sting like the paddle.
"I will make you a deal," she said. "If you agree to be spanked by me at the same time next week, I won't make you pay for the dry cleaning."
Since I was a college student and money was tight, I said, "Okay, I guess I would agree to another spanking from you, Mrs. Anderson."
"The next spanking will be more severe and I expect you to be here right at 5 o'clock, a week from today. Before you leave I want your complete name, phone and address, so if you don't show up I know how to contact you. But you can stand up now, and pull up your pants."
So, I left her the information she needed, wrote down her house address, and told her that I would be sure to be there next week. I left wondering what my next spanking would be like!
Last week I went to the grocery store and I accidentally knocked into a woman who was getting coffee. It went all over her white cotton dress and made a big mess. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning of the dress and anything else I could do. Well, she had me follow her car to her house, and then she spanked me. I was told that if I showed up at the same time next week for another spanking, I wouldn't need to pay for the dry cleaning charges. I'm in college and money is very tight, so I agreed to another spanking.
It was Saturday evening and I was supposed to be at her house at five o'clock. Traffic was all tied up because of an accident, so I was running a little late. By the time I got to her house, I was over five minutes late! I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Anderson answered the door with a portable phone in her ear.
"I told you that it was very important that you be on time for your spanking," Mrs. Anderson said. "I was trying to call you right now to see what was delaying you. Now that you are finally here, go into the living room and take off your slacks, shoes and socks. Put them in the corner of the room and then wait for me to give you your spanking. Since you were late, you will get an extra paddling. I'll get the paddles and stuff, and will be right with you."
I felt embarrassed taking off my clothes in a middle of the living room of an older woman that I had just met a week ago. My mind was racing with thoughts of what this spanking would be like. The phone rang and I could hear Mrs. Anderson talking to someone, but after a few minutes she went to her bedroom and came out with some spanking implements and paddles in her hands.
After putting a straight back wooden chair in the middle of the living room, she called me over to her. "Stand in front of me with your hands at your sides." Then I felt her fingertips on the waistband of my underwear and soon they were at my feet. "Please step out of your underwear so it don't get in the way of your spanking." She next tossed my pants over to the corner where my slacks, shoes and socks were located. I was now completely naked from the waist down, and I had an erection. My face was also red from embarrassment.
"Don't worry about your erection, just bend over my knees for a hand spanking to begin with. I wish you weren't so late since I have other plans for tonight. Stay still for this hand spanking." Then Mrs. Anderson started to spank me. I felt like a naughty little boy being spanked. Mrs. Anderson doesn't like me to say anything, so I kept quiet. After about two minutes of spanking, she said, "Now stand up and then bend over the chair so that I can paddle you. Also, take off your shirt."
I stood up and took off my shirt. Now I was completely naked as I bent over the back of the chair. I gripped the seat of the chair very tightly because the last time she spanked me, I got extra when I got out of position. I saw her reach for the paddle with holes in it. That paddle really stung my ass when she spanked me the last time. "You are going to get fifty swats of the paddle. Keep quiet and stay in position, or I will give you extra swats. Also, spread your legs apart."
I spread my legs apart a little, and was very aware that it left my penis and balls dangling between my legs. I felt a swat from the paddle on my inner thighs, and she said, "Now spread your legs wider than that." She kept swatting my inner thighs until my legs were wide apart. This completely exposed my most sensitive, tender parts of my ass to the paddle. "Now stay in that position while I paddle you." Then my paddling started.
As she was paddling, she said, "I had my white dress dry cleaned, and to my dismay, the coffee stain was still left on it. So now you have ruined my 200-dollar dress. If you agree, after the paddle I am going to use a cane on you. I only used the cane on my kids if they were very, very naughty; since it is so severe. It's either the cane or you pay me 200-dollars for a new dress. What do you want to do?"
As a college student, I didn't have an extra 200-dollars to give her, so I said, "I don't have the money to pay you back, so please cane me." I couldn't believe that I had said that, since I had read how painful a caning could be, from articles in magazines about European school punishments.
After about 40 swats of the paddle, her doorbell rang. "Stay in position while I take care of this." I didn't want extra swats so I stayed in position. I heard the door open and heard Mrs. Anderson speak to another woman. To my surprise, her friend was now in the living room and was looking at me. She was about my age and now I really felt embarrassed and humiliated.
"Clyde, this is Elizabeth," Mrs. Anderson said. "We have a dinner date that we don't want to miss. I also told her about the incident in the grocery store."
Then Elizabeth said, "I would have pulled down his pants and spanked him at the grocery store. He is a very naughty boy. Let me examine his well spanked ass."
"Clyde, stay in position as Elizabeth examines you," Mrs. Anderson said.
Next, I felt her hands on my warm and burning ass, her hand even went between my legs and grabbed my penis and balls. "It seems like he is enjoying his spanking."
"Men and boys do seem to get excited when they are spanked," Mrs. Anderson said. Then she reached for the cane and started swishing it in the air. "I don't have time to give you your full spanking, so I am going to give you two strokes of the cane. But I will need you to come back next week for the rest of your spanking. So stay still."
Next she gave me two swift strokes of the cane. It felt like two burning lines of fire were going across my ass. It was more than what I ever expected, so I stood up and rubbed my poor ass.
"Since you stood up, you will get the full twelve strokes of the cane next week," Mrs. Anderson said. "Also, the rest of your paddling. So be sure to be on time. You can get dressed now."
As I went to the corner of the room and started to get dressed, I heard Elizabeth ask Mrs. Anderson, "Is it OK if I help you spank him next week?"
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea."
I left Mrs. Anderson's house real fast, and I wasn't looking forward to another spanking from Mrs. Anderson, especially since Elizabeth would be helping her with my spanking.
This will be my third spanking from Mrs. Anderson for spilling coffee on her dress at the grocery store. I am a student in college, and can't afford to buy Mrs. Anderson a new dress, so now I have hesitantly accepted being spanked by her. Last time I was spanked I arrived late, plus she had a dinner date with her friend, Elizabeth, so now I need to go back for yet another spanking.
My spankings have always been at 5 PM on Saturday, so I left my house early to be on time. Since it was on a Saturday, I had time to shower and put on clean clothes before I left my dorm room.
When I rang the doorbell, Mrs. Anderson's friend, Elizabeth, greeted me. She is about my age, and it really did embarrass me to have her help with my spanking last time. She was wearing a very short dress and had on some very nice perfume.
"Clyde, it is good you made it on time for your spanking. Joyce, you call her Mrs. Anderson, is in the bedroom getting some things ready, so she asked me to prepare you for your spanking. She says you already know to strip down to your underwear and put your clothes in the corner. I will put a wooden chair in the middle of the living room and you can stand in front of me when you are ready."
So I took off my clothes, except for my boxer shorts, and put them in the corner. I had decided to wear loose fitting boxer shorts and now I wished I hadn't. Elizabeth's perfume was having quite the effect on me. Between her being my age and not knowing what was going to happen to me next, I had an erection already, and you could really tell it. But I went over and stood in front of Elizabeth.
"Joyce told me even more about you when we ate dinner last week, so all week I have been looking forward to spanking you. Now, put your hands at your sides and hold still," Elizabeth said.
Slowly, she put her fingertips into the waistband of my shorts and they dropped to my ankles. Now my erection sprang out at her. "I like the way you react to me! Step out of your shorts and then go over my lap for a warm-up hand spanking."
Then she opened her thighs so that my erect penis would dangle down between them. I became even more excited, I was able to see her pink panties because she hiked up her dress. Although I don't like being spanked like this, I do enjoy being next to a woman's warm body, smelling her womanly scent, and feeling her hands on me.
"Spread your legs, like you do for Mrs. Anderson, so I can spank your whole butt."
I spread my legs and then felt her hands rub my naked bottom.
"Joyce was right - you do have a very nice butt to spank."
I started to squirm a little bit, but then felt her powerful thighs clamp around my penis to hold me in place. Next, Elizabeth started to spank me. Unlike Mrs. Anderson, she cupped her hand so that she was able to spank me more on my inner thighs and my whole bottom.
"I grew up in a family with three younger boys," Elizabeth said. "My mom and dad both worked, so I was allowed to discipline my bothers by spanking them. It feels good to have you over my lap and to be spanking you. I am glad you showed up late to Joyce's house last week, so we could meet."
Elizabeth continued spanking me, and then I heard Mrs. Anderson walk in. "The spare bedroom is now ready for Clyde's spanking. You can stand up now and follow me."
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