I was quite mature – well, 12 years old – when I got my first ever spanking. One Saturday, I was playing baseball with five of my friends – Paul, Jacob, Duke, Jerry and Alan – in a large, empty lot next to Paul’s house. We were all in Little League, and needed some practice before the next game.
We lined up the bases and put home plate near to Paul’s house, to work on hitting curves and sliders. I was pitching, Jerry was catching, and Paul was at the plate. The others were in the outfield. I had a pretty good slider, and Paul had missed three of my pitches and hit two foul balls past third. I switched to a curve and he caught a big piece of it, but it went foul too – straight back toward the house, where it sailed towards an upstairs window and smashed through the upper pane.
No-one said anything. We knew we had set up too close to the house, but since we were hitting in the opposite direction we thought it would be safe. It didn’t take long for Paul’s mother to come out. She walked a short distance toward us and looked up at the broken window. We all liked Mrs Roman – she always had cold drinks and snacks for us when we played there, and gave great treats on Hallowe’en each year. She was frowning, but didn’t seem too upset.
“I did it, Mom,” Paul said. “I’m so sorry.” “You all know better than to be playing this close to a building,” Mrs Roman said. “It will be expensive to get that window fixed.” We were all pretty ashamed.
Then she said: “Paul, go in the house. I’ll be along in a minute.” She turned toward the rest of us. “You boys stay right here,” she said. “I want to talk to you. I’ll be back in about ten minutes.” We did as we were told, and gathered up the bases while we waited for her to return. Practice was over for the day.
It was longer than ten minutes before Mrs Roman returned, followed by Paul who was looking very sad. His eyes were red as if he’d been crying. She sat down on the picnic table in the yard and waved to us to come close, which we did. “Paul has been punished,” she said. “In addition to a spanking, which I have just given him, he must give back one dollar out of his allowance every week until the repair to the window is paid for.” I felt really sorry for Paul.
“I’m sure you boys understand that you are all partly to blame for this accident?” Mrs Roman said. We nodded our heads. “So perhaps you would be willing to contribute a dollar a week out of your allowances too?” We looked at each other, then nodded again, all five of us. It seemed fair.
“There’s one more thing,” she said. “I want you all to go home now and tell your parents what happened, and that I want them to spank you too. After they do, come back and tell me. Until I know you have been punished, you are not to come here to play with Paul again. Is that understood?”
What could we do? We all nodded one more time, said goodbye, and walked out to the street. “My dad’s gonna be real mad,” Duke said. “I’d better tell my mom instead. She doesn’t spank as hard as he does.”
Jerry said: “I’m in for it – Mom will paddle me good.” I didn’t say anything, because I had a worse problem. My mom was a single parent who didn’t believe in spanking. She would probably ground me instead, and I was afraid that wouldn’t satisfy Mrs Roman. She was nice but very strict, and if she wanted us to be spanked, I didn’t think she would settle for anything less.
Mom was out shopping when I got home, and when she came in later, she asked why my baseball practice was over so soon. “Something bad happened,” I said. “We broke one of Mrs Roman’s windows.” “Uh oh,” Mom said, “was it your fault?”
“I wasn’t at bat – Paul was – but I was pitching,” I said, “so I’m as much to blame as anyone. We all agreed to give her a dollar out of every week’s allowance until it’s paid for. But there’s something else.” I hesitated, and Mom waited patiently. “Mrs Roman took Paul in the house and spanked him. Then she told the rest of us we had to go home and ask for a spanking too, and come back and tell her after it happened.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mom said, “but you know we don’t spank in this family.” I nodded. “You will have to tell her that your punishment is no TV for a week, and some extra chores.” “But if I don’t get spanked,” I said, “she won’t let me go there to play any more.”
“I’m not happy about this,” Mom said. “It’s not okay for another parent to tell me how to punish my own kids.” “So what should I tell her?” I said. “I want to be able to play with Paul again, but I can’t lie about it. That would be wrong.” Mom was silent for a moment, then said: “Let me think about this.”
After supper that evening, she gathered us all together, so my sisters Lucy and Claire and my little brother Ben would know what was going on. She explained what happened and said that she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it with Mrs Roman, but that she wouldn’t spank me because someone else thought she should.
“Ethan should have been more careful where they were playing,” she said to them, “but he admitted being partly responsible. I’m very proud of him for being so honest, but he still has to be punished—no TV, and extra chores for a week. And I will call Mrs Roman and explain.”
“Can I go tell her myself?” I asked. “I should be the one to explain.” I was already thinking about what I could do to make things all right again. I really liked Paul’s mom, and she was expecting to hear from me in person.” “Is that what you want to do?” Mom asked me. “I really should,” I answered. “OK,” she agreed, “and when you come home after that, you have to tell me exactly what happened. I don’t want us to have any hard feelings with our neighbours.” I told Mom I’d fix everything.
The next day, Sunday, I arrived at Mrs Roman’s house after lunch and rang the bell. Paul came to the door. “I have to talk to your mom,” I told him. “I know,” he said. “Did you get your spanking?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked: “How does your mom spank you?’ “She has a paddle,” he said. “Dad made it for her. It’s pine with grooves in it and has my name carved on the back.” “Does it hurt?” I asked. “Does it ever!” he said. “I have to drop my shorts and briefs too.” I’d heard about bare bottom spankings before, and hoped I’d never get one.
Mrs Roman came into the living room. “Hello Ethan,” she said, smiling pleasantly, “I’m happy to see you. Did you come to talk to me?” “Uh huh,” I said, “but it isn’t what you want to hear. Mom won’t spank me. She never spanks any of us. She doesn’t believe in it. She took away the TV and I have to do some extra chores for a week instead.”
“Well, that’s a problem,” Paul’s mom said. “You were all responsible for what happened, and I should treat all of you equally. The others have been spanked already.” “That’s OK,” I said, “you can spank me yourself.”
Mrs Roman looked surprised. “That’s very brave of you, Ethan,” she said. “Did your mom suggest that?” I couldn’t lie, and just looked down at the floor. “She didn’t, did she?” Paul’s mom said. “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Paul got spanked, and if all the others were, then I’m the only one who won’t be able to come over here to play with Paul anymore.”
“Oh no,” Mrs Roman said. “This isn’t your fault.” “I’m to blame for the broken window as much as any of the others,” I said. “I should be punished the same way as Paul.”
She seemed to think it over, and finally turned to Paul. “Bring me the paddle, please,” she said to him, “and then go to your room and close your door. I’ll call when you can come down again.” Her son followed his mother’s instructions and climbed the stairs, and when we heard his bedroom door close, she pointed to one arm of the sofa. “Paul has to bend over there for his spankings,” she said.
I took a deep breath. It was too late to back out, and I turned away from her and took hold of the elastic waistband of my gym shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. “What are you doing?” Mrs Roman said. “Doesn’t Paul get spanked this way?” I asked. “So I should too – that’s only fair.”
“Well, I must say, this is a first,” she said to me. “I’ve never heard of a boy volunteering to be punished on his bare behind before!” I pulled my briefs down next and leaned forward over the arm of the sofa. I was determined to take my punishment without crying. Mrs Roman picked up the paddle – and then tapped my bottom three times gently. “You can get dressed again,” she said.
I didn’t move. “You didn’t really spank me,” I said. “What do I say to my Mom?” “You mean you plan to tell her about this?” she asked. “You said she doesn’t know you were going to volunteer for a spanking.” “Not yet she doesn’t,” I said, “but I have to tell her everything that happened when I get home. I promised. I never hide things from my Mom.”
It was very quiet in the big living room. I was embarrassed, lying there with my bottom exposed and afraid of what might happen next. But I was determined to see it through. “I wouldn’t want you to lie to your Mom,” Mrs Roman said. “I want you to tell her what a fine boy I think you are, and that I forgive you for what happened to the window.”
“Are you still going to spank me?” I asked. “Please? You have to.” She raised the paddle again. I buried my face in the sofa cushion and braced for the first spanking of my life. Then Mrs Roman paddled me for at least three minutes as I lay perfectly still and accepted the harsh punishment I thought I deserved.
“You can cover up again,” she said at last, and I bent down to retrieve my underpants, then pulled my shorts up too. “Thank you,” I said to her. I was surprised to discover tears running down my cheeks. “You’ve paid your debt,” she said. “You’ll be welcome to come here to see Paul, and to play any time.”
She turned toward the stairs and called out “Paul!” Paul hurried down. He saw my tears and asked, “Are you OK? Did it hurt?” I smiled and said: “Sure – and you’re lucky to have a mom who understands stuff.” He smiled back at me and said: “I know. She spanks hard though, doesn’t she?”
I turned to Mrs Roman, who was also smiling, and asked if Paul could walk home with me and say hi to my Mom. “I bet that really hurt,” he said to me as we walked down the street. “But I don’t think you should tell your mom that you volunteered to be spanked.”
“I have to,” I said. She was watching for me and opened the door as we climbed up the porch steps. “Hi Paul,” she said to my friend. “I see you two are allowed to be friends again.” She turned to me. “Did you explain to Mrs Roman about the punishment I gave you?” “Uh huh – and…I let her spank me.”
“What?” Mom sounded amazed. I said” “I had to be fair. Jerry and Duke and Alan got spanked at home, so…” “My mom thinks he’s brave,” Paul interrupted. “She said he’s a really fine boy.” I looked at him in surprise. “I heard her,” he admitted. “I had my door open, listening to you get spanked.”
Mom laughed out loud. “Well, if you’ve been punished the same as everyone else,” she said to me, “I guess you get your TV privileges back. And no more extra chores. I might spank you myself, however.” I stared at her, shocked, and she laughed again. “How about a snack?”
We had cookies and milk in the kitchen before Paul left. Despite my sensitive bottom when I sat, I was happy about how everything turned out. And Mom was true to her word. When I was in my pyjamas and in bed later, she came up to my room. She sat on the side of the bed. “Your grandma used to spank me when I was small,” she told me. “Like this.” She tugged me face down over her lap, and pulled my pyjama pants down.
I struggled and hollered. “Hush,” she said. “Your sisters and brother will hear you.” And I got my second spanking of the day, but it was a gentle and loving one that felt really good. She petted me for a long time, and when she finally let me cover my seat and climb back under the covers, I knew I had done the right thing when I went to talk with Mrs Roman – and I discovered that a warm bottom makes for a really good sleep.
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