by Brian Bowman
It was a very pleasant early summer afternoon in 1960. Mrs. Allison was at the kitchen sink looking out the window into her backyard when she noticed the door to the utility shed was ajar.
As she went outside to close it, she smelled smoke and heard laughter inside. She opened the door and discovered her 16-year-old son Andrew with three of his friends - Brad, Chad and David, also 16 - smoking cigarettes, looking at porn magazines and masturbating.
"Andrew Allison, what in the name of God do you think you're doing! All of you. In the house this instant," she said as she scooped up the magazines and cigarettes. Red faced, the four boys quickly pulled up their pants and marched into the house.
"You sit here in the living room and don't say a word. I'm calling your mothers right now."
Mrs. Allison telephoned each of the three mothers - Mrs. Bennet, Brad's mom, Mrs. Carlson, Chad's mom and Mrs. Daniels, David's mom - suggesting they come by right away.
The three moms arrived within minutes. Mrs. Allison said, "I want the four of you to remain seated here in absolute silence while we discuss your punishment in the kitchen."
As the four pretty young moms - all in their mid-thirties, except for Mrs. Allison, who had just turned 40 - sat around the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee and calming down with a cigarette, Mrs. Allison started the conversation by saying, "I don't know how you feel, but I think all four of the boys should be punished exactly the same way."
"I agree," Mrs. Bennet said. "It wouldn't be fair if they each received different punishments."
"Well," Mrs. Carlson said, "I too agree, but I can tell you right now, in Chad's case, whatever we decide, it's going to involve a lengthy session with my strap applied to his bare bottom with vigor."
"And David is shortly going to be on the wrong end of my paddle," Mrs. Daniels chimed in.
"Before we decide," Mrs. Allison said, "I want to know where they got the cigarettes. As you can see, they are not our brands."
"And where did they get the porn magazines?" Mrs. Carlson asked.
"I think it's time to interrogate our wayward sons," Mrs. Carlson said. They called the four terrified boys into the kitchen. "OK boys, we want to know where you got the cigarettes?" Mrs. Allison asked.
"And where did the magazines come from?" Mrs. Bennet asked.
Dead silence. "If you don't start talking now, it will be far worse for all of you," Mrs. Carlson said angrily.
Still, dead silence.
"Very well," Mrs. Allison said. "Ladies, do you think a little mouth soaping is called for?"
"Absolutely," they all said. With that each boy was forced to suck on a small bar of soap.
"I don't care if the entire bar melts in your mouth, David," Mrs. Daniels said. "I want answers!"
It didn't take very long. Andrew said, "Mom, I got the cigarettes from Jennifer."
"Your sister bought you cigarettes?" Mrs. Allison asked.
Andrew stammered a little as if he were trying to make sure he gave the right answer and finally said, "No, I took them from her underwear drawer."
The next to confess was Brad. "Mom, I found the magazines in Dad's workshop."
"Dad's workshop, huh? Well I now know someone else who needs to be punished!" she said to the other three smiling moms.
"OK," Mrs. Allison said, "Go back to the living room while we decide your punishment." Then she said to the other moms, "Before we do, I would like to confirm Andrew's story about the cigarettes." She called Jennifer, her 18-year old daughter down from her room.
Jennifer came into the kitchen and said, "Hi Mom. What's up?" Then she became immediately aware that three of her neighbors were watching her and that her cigarettes were right in the middle of the table.
"Now where do you think these came from, Jennifer?" Mrs. Allison asked.
"Aw mom, do we have to talk about this in front of the neighbors?"
"Please answer the question, dear."
"OK I know you're probably going to punish me, but they're mine and you obviously found them in my panties drawer. I've been waiting since yesterday for the other shoe to drop," Jennifer said nervously.
"I'm not going to punish you, Jennifer. You're 18 now and an adult. If you want to smoke, you can. After all, I smoke, so I can't very well tell you not to, but that doesn't go for your brother. At 16, he will be punished for smoking. I caught him and his three friends with your cigarettes this morning. That's why we're all here, to discuss their punishments. Andrew admitted he took them, but I wanted to make sure you didn't buy them for him."
"Well," Mrs. Bennet said, "it looks like we have another crime to add to the list: stealing."
"And receiving stolen goods for the other three," Mrs. Carlson said, laughing.
Maybe we should include Jennifer in our little plan," Mrs. Daniels said. "After all, Jennifer's the victim here. Why don't you sit down Jennifer and have a cigarette with us while we decide what to do with these naughty boys."
After a short discussion, the five women called the four boys into the kitchen to learn their fate. The four boys stood nervously at attention waiting to hear what was going to happen to them. Whatever it was, they knew it wouldn't be pleasant, but they were shocked when Mrs. Allison spoke.
"Each of you has committed four offenses, which means each of you should receive four separate punishments and all the same for each of you. Today is Monday. Beginning tomorrow and for the next four days you'll receive your punishments. If we think you should receive a fifth day of punishments, that will be added later."
Mrs. Bennet said, "Tomorrow you will all report to me at 9:00. You'll be with me the entire day. I'm going to punish you for looking at porn magazines."
Mrs. Carlson said, "On Wednesday, you will report to me at 9:00. I'll be punishing you for masturbating."
"On Thursday," Mrs. Daniels said. "You will report to me at 9:00 to be punished for smoking."
"On Friday, you'll be back here where I'm going to punish you for taking and smoking my cigarettes," Jennifer said with a big grin on her face.
"Then," Mrs. Allison said, "it will be my turn to punish you for acting so irresponsibly. You could have burned the shed down. I know we said, we might not have a fifth day of punishment, but the more I think of it, the more I've decided you deserve it. Do you agree, ladies?"
"Absolutely," they all said in unison.
"Can we ask what the punishments will be?" Andrew asked.
"No you may not," Mrs. Allison said. "You'll find out soon enough."
On Tuesday morning, Mrs. Bennett heard the doorbell ring and said to Brad, her 16-year old son, "Looks like your fellow culprits are here." She greeted them at the door and ushered them into the kitchen. "Sit down boys and we'll get started." At the table there were four tablets of lined paper and four pens.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves," she began to lecture. "Looking at dirty magazines is disrespectful of women and cannot be tolerated. Now, as part of your punishment, you are to write 300 times, 'Reading porn magazines is disrespectful of women and because of that, I deserve this punishment'. You are to use your best penmanship to write these lines. If any of your lines are not to my satisfaction, even if it's only one of you, you will all receive extra punishment. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"You may begin. No one leaves until you are all finished. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
Mrs. Bennett left them to their lines and returned 30 minutes later to check their progress. "Brad, come with me please."
Brad followed his mother up the stairs to her bedroom. "Take all of your clothes off, Brad."
"Aw, Mom."
"Do as you're told young man. If you don't cooperate, you'll get extra and so will your friends, so if you want to be responsible for your friends earning extra punishment just continue to be uncooperative." Brad reluctantly undressed. "Fold your clothes neatly and put them on the bed. Put this on," she said as she handed him a bright pink woman's apron, which covered his front from his chest to his knees, but left his bottom fully exposed. "Now hand me the hairbrush and get over my knee for a sound spanking."
The hairbrush rose and fell 25 times, attacking first one cheek, then the next. Mrs. Bennett laid into him like there was no tomorrow. By the time she was finished, Brad's bottom was cherry red and he was sobbing with tears.
"Now the next phase of your punishment, come with me into the bathroom."
"No please Mom. Not that." Brad fully knew what was to happen next, because it had happened to him more than a few times when he had really been bad.
"No arguing. You've been reading dirty magazines and a good walloping with this big bath brush is just the thing to teach you a lesson. Yes, this brush is very motivational. Now Brad, get on your knees on the bath mat, elbows on the floor and your bottom in the air. This is going to hurt, and you deserve every stinging swat."
She eyed the target and brought the big wooden brush down hard across the centre of Brad's cheeks. The brush made a resounding CRACK! as it impacted the young man's bare flesh. Immediately, Brad let out a piercing shriek. He shrieked so loudly it gave him a sore throat. The evil brush descended again, each hefty whack causing Brad to yelp and wail as his poor bottom burned and throbbed.
Meanwhile the boys downstairs were whispering...
"What do you think she's doing to Brad?"
"I'll bet she's spanking him."
"If she's taking that much time to spank him, we're in big trouble."
When Brad had finished, Mrs. Bennett said, "Now I want you back over my knee for a reminder." With that she gave him 10 more strokes with the hairbrush which had him crying freely again. Then he was made to put on a pair of pants and she escorted him back to the kitchen.
"Brad, you may sit down and finish your lines. You are not to reveal what happened to you to your fellow culprits under pain of having the whole thing repeated for everyone. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mom," he sobbed, grimacing as his battered buns came into contact with the hardwood kitchen chair.
"Andrew, come with me," said Mrs. Bennett
With Andrew, Chad and David, she was a little less harsh with her words, although the spankings she administered were every bit as hard as the one she gave her own son and had the same results with very sorry, crying and sobbing boys.
When she finished Andrew's warmup spanking, she asked, "Have you ever had a spanking with a bath brush, Andrew?"
"No ma'am. I never have," he responded, warily.
"Well I sometimes use one on Brad when a simple spanking isn't enough punishment. This will hurt," she said, reaching for the heavy brush and brandishing it, "and I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but you really deserve more punishment than a spanking and a few lines. Now, I want you to get into position on your hands and knees. Here we go…." She raised the brush in her right hand, and brought it crashing down on the unfortunate young man's bare bottom… fifteen times."
Chad and David were terrified when Mrs. Bennett escorted a blubbering Andrew back into the kitchen dressed in his pink apron.
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