Roasting in the kitchen

As a young boy growing up in Ireland, I was no stranger to a trip over my mum’s knee with my trousers and underpants taken down for a dose of her hairbrush. My mum was strict but fair and I can say that every spanking I got – apart from one – I thoroughly deserved.

The most memorable dose of the hairbrush I recall was when a female friend of my mother’s came round to our house – I was showing off a bit, which did not please Mum at all. She told me in no uncertain terms to ‘stop that right now’.

Unfortunately, I paid no heed to the warning. Consequently, Mum eventually grabbed me by the arm and took me into the kitchen, calling to her friend to follow us in.

Once we all were there, my mother took a chair from out behind the kitchen table. She sat down on it and called me over to her side. Then, to my utmost shame, Mum took down my trousers and my underpants and put me across her knee. That this was happening in front of another lady, who was seeing my bottom and privates, was just awful.

I didn’t think matters could get any worse, but of course they did – Mum began to spank my bare bottom with the hairbrush, and it hurt like hell. I was soon in tears and begging my Mum to stop, but she took no notice and continued the spanking, whipping me harder than she had ever done before.

After the spanking was over, I was told to stand up, pull up my pants and go to my bedroom – which I did, scrabbling for modesty amid a sea of tears.

My mum has passed away now but I still see her friend out and about from time to time. Even today, I find it hard to look this lady in the eye when I think back to how she saw that little boy get a good bare bottom spanking from his mummy, all those years ago in our kitchen.

Contributor: Gary

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