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Author: Brucie |
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Date Posted: 11:31:48 09/07/16 Wed It's true I was never spanked for punishment as a growing boy (and only by me for painful pleasure). Much of my frustration came from knowing how perfectly suited I was to bare-bottom correction over the lap of female authority. If other boys dreamt of becoming pilots or firemen or professional athletes, I imagined myself selling my services as the consummate naughty boy. I wanted girls to take me in charge, pull down my pants, turn my naughty bare bottom up, and smack, paddle, strap and fondle every helpless inch of my teenage backside. I didn't date, I didn't go to dances, I just longed to be spanked. The family of a close friend of my mother's had a summer cottage by a lake. This woman hired me one time to mow the lawn there. She liked me well enough that she thought she could leave me on my own to do the job. As it happened, she came back to find that I'd abandoned the mower on this hot afternoon to go swimming instead. She was not at all pleased. Despite my apologies and pleas for forgiveness, our family friend took me into the cottage's bedroom and sat on the bed while she peeled down my still damp bathing suit. There was a wooden hairbrush on a small, nearby table, a brush that had no doubt made the pants-down acquaintance of her own son and daughter. Before I could even think of resisting, I was face-down across the lap of her shorts, my poor bottom (still cool and moist from swimming) hopelessly at her mercy. I was a shy, sensitive boy of 15 whose round and rubbery bottom practically begged to be spanked - and rubbed - and more spanking - yes, and still more rubbing. I was ashamed of myself for having disappointed this woman whom I liked. She had every right to spank me in the manner of a naughty little boy who'd disobeyed her. I did my best not to squirm, but I finally couldn't help crying real tears as she paddled my bottom for all it was worth. That's probably as good a place as any to stop. For a boy who felt he'd been born to be spanked, born to have his upturned bare bottom lovingly lingered over by a dominant female, this kind of spanking experience (even if I only dreamt it) defined me to a T. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |