by Brian Bowman
I knew I was in big trouble the minute I pulled into the driveway and saw my mom, dressed to the nines, furiously smoking a cigarette and holding a leather strap. Julie, a stunning, raven-haired 21-year-old college sophomore, was also there.
It was near the end of summer and I had just gotten my driver's license a month before. A couple of friends of mine decided to have one last summer fling before going back to school and I was the designated driver. We went to the beach for the afternoon and stayed way too late. But we were having such a great time talking to the girls and playing in the water and sand that I completely forgot Mom told me she had plans for this Friday night.
The rule was that I could use the car, but had to check with her in advance because we only had one car. Since she rarely goes anywhere, I thought it would be ok just to take it. She was visiting a neighbor down the block, so I didn't ask her. But I forgot that she told me on Tuesday that she was going to a play in town this coming Friday.
Well I remembered as soon as I pulled in at 8:00 PM.
"Where have you been, Brad?" she screamed even before I was out of the car.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. We went to the beach today and I completely forgot about your play. It won't happen again. I promise."
"You're right about that, young man. When I'm finished punishing you for this little stunt, I guarantee you will never again lose track of time. How could you be so irresponsible? I've missed seeing a play I was looking forward to. You've absolutely ruined my evening. You also ruined Julie's as well. She cancelled a date to sit for your brothers, just to help me get a rare night out. You can forget about using the car for a long, long time. And the cost of my ticket and Julie's babysitting fee is coming out of your allowance. Now go to your room now," she said brandishing her strap for emphasis. "And you better pray that I've calmed down a little by the time I come up there to deal with you. Come in Julie and have a cigarette and coffee with me while I calm down a little."
As I walked into the house past my mom, Julie smirked and whispered, "Boy are you ever in for it. I'm glad it's not my rear end."
Thirty minutes later, Mom came into my room with the strap and the hairbrush, followed by Julie.
"Aw Mom, please, not in front of Julie," I pleaded. "She's only three years older than me. It's embarrassing to have her watch"
"She's a responsible adult, not an irresponsible 18-year old like you. And she's going to do more than watch. Since you've ruined her evening, I've asked her to spank you with the hairbrush."
Julie sat on my desk chair, smirking at me.
Mom said, "Go on young man. Get those pants and underpants down and get over her knee, NOW."
"But Mom, not on the bare in front of her."
"I'm sure she won't see anything she hasn't seen before, Brad. She does have two younger brothers after all. Now get going."
I still hesitated. My face was hot red hot with shame and embarrassment. Julie said, "Brad, you really don't have a choice here. Any more delay and it will only be worse for you. Now are you going to take your pants down for this punishment or do you want me to do it for you?"
All the fight went out of me. I dropped my pants and underwear and positioned myself over her knee, trying to hide my growing embarrassment. Julie was beautiful and I had a crush on her for years, but she, being three years older always treated me like a little annoying kid.
But boy, could she spank. Her tennis lessons must have given her super arm strength, because as smaller she was than me, each one of those hairbrush strokes burned like the fires of hell. She soon had me kicking and screaming and begging her to stop. I was sobbing and crying and no longer erect when she finished.
Mom sent me to the corner to cool off. They sat and chatted as if I weren't even there. "You did that very well, Julie. Does your mother allow you to spank your brothers?"
"No. But I've been on the receiving end more times than I can remember, so I know how to do it."
They continued to talk about girl things for about 20 minutes, then my mom said, "OK Brad. You know what to do."
I didn't protest. I knelt on the end of my bed and bent over on my elbows as I had done countless other times in my life and waited for my mom to apply the strap. The strapping was probably the hardest I had ever gotten and once again had me bawling like a baby in front of both of them.
Mom told me to get dressed, wash my face and join them in the kitchen. When I arrived in the Kitchen, Mom said, "Julie doesn't have a ride. Her family is out for the evening, so I want you to drive her home. You better enjoy it because it's the last time you'll be behind the wheel for a long time. And don't you dare go anywhere else but her house and straight home."
The ride to Julie's house was torture. I was so embarrassed I couldn't talk. We rode in complete silence. When we pulled into her driveway, she said, "Brad, would you walk me into the house. I don't like going into an empty house alone at night."
I escorted her to the door and started to leave when she said, "Would you like to come in for a coke?"
"I better not," I said. "I'm in enough trouble as it is"
"Oh come on Brad, your mother won't mind. I'm alone here and could use a little company. Wouldn't you like to chat a while? I always thought you sort of liked me a little. I'll even call your mom and tell her I asked you to help bring all my school stuff down from the attic to get ready to go back to school."
I couldn't refuse. She called and my mom said ok, but not too late.
We sat at her kitchen table drinking cokes. She lit a cigarette. "Do you want one of these?" she asked. "No thank you," I said. She laughed, "Are you telling me you don't smoke? Believe it or not I've seen you smoking. Go ahead if you want. I won't tell."
My face colored again, but I said, "No, really. I don't want one."
She asked, "Is your bottom still sore?" I blushed again.
"A little," I said.
"Don't be so embarrassed. You did something wrong and you got punished with a spanking. It's no big deal. If it's any comfort, I got my last spanking just before I turned 18. You want to know what it was for?" she asked. "Believe it or not, it was for smoking. I got the paddle from mom on my bare butt a number of times for smoking, so I guess it didn't do any good. When I turned 18 and was legally allowed to buy cigarettes, my mother gave me a carton as a birthday present. She told me that that didn't mean I was immune to future spankings for misbehavior as long as I live under her roof, so I guess it's still possible for me to be on the receiving end some time."
"Brad," she asked, "Do you always get hard when you get spanked? I'm curious. Did I cause it or does it happen when it's just your mother? I've seen my brothers spanked dozens of times and they never have erections."
My face was redder and hotter than my bottom. All I could say was, "It might have been because you were there. I don't know."
She laughed. "I'll bet you do know. Come with me. There's something I want to show you."
I followed her to her parent's bedroom. She opened a drawer and pulled out a wooden paddle with holes in it. "This is what my brothers and I get it with. I bet it hurts more than the hairbrush or even the strap."
I couldn't speak a word. "Can I see your bottom?" she asked. "I want to see if it's still red."
"No," I said. "I really have to go now."
"Brad. I'm not really asking here. I want to see your bottom now. If you show me, maybe I'll show a little bit of me to you. Would you like that?"
"Yes," I stammered. I took my pants down and sure enough had a full blown erection. "Brad. You're hard again. It is me, isn't it? The thoughts of me spanking you really turn you on doesn't it?"
"Yes," I croaked.
"Well here's a little secret. Spanking you really turned me on. Now come over my knee. I want to give you what my mom always called a reminder spanking. When I did something really bad, I got two spankings, the second one was a reminder."
I went back over her knee and she smacked my bottom about ten times with the paddle, but not real hard. She let me up and said, "I promised to show you a little bit of me." With that she took off her blouse and bra to show me the loveliest breasts I had ever seen.
She smiled. She took some tissues off the night stand and gently took my penis in her hand. "You can touch my nipples if you want." Then she kissed me full on the lips sliding her tongue in my mouth as she rubbed my penis. I exploded in seconds.
As I was leaving she said, "Thank you, Brad. Maybe when I get home from school at Thanksgiving we can get together. Would you like that, even if it meant a trip over my knee?"
"Yes. Anything for you Julie." I could barely get the words out. She kissed me again and said I had better get going. It doesn't take all that long to get something from the attic.
Driving home all I could think about was that I hoped my mom would let me have the car again by Thanksgiving.
Julie
I left school after my last class the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, boarded a Greyhound Bus and headed home. I was looking forward to getting home. It had been nearly three months since I had last been there.
During the two hour ride, I thought about the week before I left for college and my strange encounter with Brad McBride and Mrs. McBride. Mrs. McBride was a friend of my mom who lived fairly close, about two miles from us. She called me and asked if I would baby-sit for her twin boys who are eight years old. I had plans for that night, but she sounded so desperate that I cancelled them to baby-sit for her. She had plans to see a play in town with her friends and she was really looking forward to it. I felt a little sorry for her because she's a single mom and doesn't get a chance to get out that much.
My parents dropped me off at the McBride's and went out for an evening of their own. I arrived in plenty of time, but as it turned out, it didn't matter. Brad, their oldest son had taken the family car without telling her and was nowhere to be found. We sat in her living room and waited for over an hour.
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