A gift from Grandma

This happened in the summer when I was about eight years old. My German grandma (my mom’s mother) lived with us for many years and this summer, she had just come back from visiting her family in Europe.

Grandma decided to surprise me with a very unusual gift – a thong swimsuit. She said all the boys over in Germany swam in these and she thought they all looked cute, so she wanted me to have one to wear when I went swimming.

The swimsuit was red with a thick yellow elastic waistband. It had a v-shaped sack up front for my little boy’s privates and a similarly shaped small patch of fabric at the back, which really only covered the very top of my butt crack. There was also another yellow elastic band that stretched from the front to the back that ran right up between my buttocks.

When I tried the suit on, I was horrified by the effect. My bottom was pretty much completely exposed from top to bottom and side to side. Such a degree of nakedness was only ever usually associated with one thing in our family – a good spanking for the person thus exposed.

I’ll never forget when Mom first made me try it on – I had just had a bath, and was forced to wear the suit and show my mother and grandma how it looked.

The suit was very uncomfortable – it felt tight like a hand was holding my groin and a tight rope going up my butt crack all the way to my waist! I was so embarrassed, and decided on the spot that it was something I was never going to wear voluntarily, not even in our own pool in the back yard. I still can’t believe Grandma actually thought this was a good thing for a young American boy to wear!

One day, my dad and brother were visiting his sister and mother, and my grandma went out with Joe, her eldest son, to take care of some family business. So Mom and I were home alone, and it still hadn’t occurred to me yet that this was when I got the majority of her spankings. It was a warm summer afternoon, and I told Mom I wanted to go into our pool. She agreed, and I went up to my room and changed into my regular bathing suit.

As I walked past Mom in the kitchen, heading out of the side door, she stopped me. “Eddie, not that swimsuit! Put on the one your grandma got for you.”

I told her I didn’t want to wear it. “Either you wear what you’re told, or I will spank your bottom for you, young man!” was her unequivocal response.

In a now very pouty mood, I went back to my room, and swapped swimsuits. Now wearing the one Grandma had bought me, I felt almost completely naked. I was so embarrassed that instead of heading out to the pool, I decided I would skulk in the living and watch some TV.

It wasn’t long before Mom ran me down in there. “Eddie,” she said, “get yourself out to the pool right now. It’s a beautiful day, and you’re the one who wanted a swim!” “I don’t want to any more,” I replied sullenly.

We argued back and forth for a few minutes before Mom finally lost her temper with me. She scooped me off the sofa and carried over toa a chair near the entrance to the kitchen. “You’re going to learn to obey me, young man!” she yelled. Then, without warning, she flipped me face down across her lap.

The combination of Mom’s lap and the sparse body coverage of the swimsuit made me a perfect target for a spanking. And that’s exactly what proceeded to happen. Because of the way the chair was placed in the room, Mom’s back was towards the kitchen, and I was facing the living room with my butt facing the entrance between the living room and the kitchen.

Mom spanked hard and rapidly, and with lots of bare skin colliding, it was also very loud! The burn in my bottom was incredible, and she spanked me for around three minutes non-stop.

My mom was a very experienced, organised and precise spankr. She smacked my sit spot a few times, then my left cheek, then my right– high and low until every single inch of my bottom burned.

After many spankings, I had learned the trick of squeezing my legs together and clenching my bottom cheeks to reduce the force of the spanking hand. But on this occasion, the costume’s presence between my buttocks made this impossible, and the spanking hurt like hell!

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. Because of the racket Mom was making smacking my bare buttocks, and I was making from my crying, neither of us heard Grandma and Uncle Joe come back into the house. They had just dropped in to retrieve a document they needed, but when they walked into the living room and beheld a little boy getting his bottom thoroughly spanked, they stopped to take a good look at what was going on.

I’m not sure how long they were there, as my bottom was directly facing them, but eventually I heard Grandma say something to Mom, who replied. I’m pretty sure they watched the whole episode.

Grandma said something to Mom in German. Mom replied ‘OK’ and before I knew it, she pulled the thong up tighter against my bottom cleavage, effectively giving me a wedgie. Looking back, Grandma must have been giving Mom advice on the best way to spank me. She had seven children of her own, so had plenty of experience of disciplining little ones.

The thong now tight against my butt, Mom recommenced spanking me and this wave of smacks hurt even more than the first. Finally, I was set back on my feet. Neither my uncle or grandma seemed at all phased by what they had just witnessed, and indeed agreed with the sanction in every way.

Uncle Joe looked at me. “Are you going to be a good boy now, Eddie?” I could only nod my head amid the tears streaming down my face. Grandma and Uncle Joe then left the house, and I was alone with Mom once more. “I think you’d better go to your room for a while and think about your behaviour, young man,” was all she said. I obeyed and once in my bedroom, flung myself face down on my bed and had an even better cry than the one I’d had across Mom’s knee.

A little while later, Mom called me down to dinner. Still wearing the hated swimsuit, my practically bare and very sore bottom sitting on a hard wooden chair made the meal a miserable affair.

I was dreading Mom telling me afterwards to go out to the pool, but instead she ordered me back upstairs to get changed into my day clothes. By now our neighbours were sitting out around their own pool, and although spanking children was an accepted practice back then, I think Mom felt awkward about the neighbours seeing so obviously the results of her recent discipline.

In retrospect, I half wondered whether Grandma’s real motive in buying me the swimsuit was to see me spanked in it. It certainly might have been made for the purpose. And certainly, neither she nor Uncle Joe seemed at all phased by what they had accidentally witness – and my uncle later remarked that my bottom had been ‘red as a tomato’ after Mom had finished with me.

Contributor: Eddie