I got my most remembered spanking at the end of my first day in second grade. When mommy drove up in the van to pick me up after school, I could tell from her red face that she was upset. Instead of her usual: “Hi Sweetie, how was your day?”, I got a curt: “Get in the van.” When I dawdled, she yelled at me: “Get your little behind in here, right now!”
Suddenly, I was pretty sure that I was in big trouble. I didn’t know why, or what I had done, but my stomach knotted and my bottom began to tingle in anticipation of what I thought might be going to happen when we got home.
As I settled into the seat and closed the van door, I looked over at mommy but she did not return my scared stare. Clenching the steering wheel tightly in both hands, a scowl on her face, she looked straight ahead and started the engine.
After we had been driving for nearly 15 minutes, and mommy hadn’t said a word, I couldn’t stand the unnatural silence and horrible suspense any longer.
“Mommy?” No answer. “Mommy?” Again, silence. “Mommy?” “Yes, Bobby, I heard you the first two times – what is it?” “Mommy, are you…I mean, will I…uh, are you mad with me?” “No, Bobby, I am not mad at you. But I am really angry and upset about your very, very, naughty behaviour and what you have been doing.”
After a long and very scary pause, I asked mommy what it was that I had done. “Are you trying to pretend that you don’t know?” she yelled.
At that point I began to get really frightened, and tears were peeping from the corners of my eyes. I was confused by uncertainty and fear; a nameless dread of the unknown but suspected, fuelled by her anger.
After a minute or so, I managed to blubber out the big question that was foremost in my thinking. “Are you…when we get home…will you …are…will you…are you going to spank me? “
“Yes I am, you naughty boy! Just as soon as we get home. I’m going to turn you over my lap, pull down your pants, take down your underpants and you are going to get your small behind slapped good and hard until you can’t sit down!”
At this news, I really started to cry, in great gulping sobs, the tears streaming down my face. I was totally undone, and yet I still did not know just what bad thing I had done to earn the most awful punishment that mommy could ever give – a really terrible, really and truly hard, over-her-knees spanking, right on my bare little bottom.
“Bobby, I strongly suggest that you save your tears until we get home and you have a real reason to cry. I want you to keep your little mouth shut and I want you to think about how you are going to explain to me and to daddy, when he gets home, why you have disobeyed our repeated and very explicit warnings about playing with matches.”
I was quiet then, except for a few whimpers that I couldn’t hold back. Now I knew exactly what to expect, and could only wait for the ride home to be over. I wanted it to take a million years…but we were home in just five minutes.
Contributor: Woody