Date: Sat, 7 Sep 1996 11:57:10 -0400 X-Sender: teddyt@teddyt.pop.crosslink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 To: laura@netgate.net From: Ted Subject: Mrs. Bascom Mrs. Bascom (FF/m) Mommy didn't spank much at first, but I clearly remember attending a Christian nursery school in the dark ages when they kept a paddle handy. Once, I was caught biting a little girl, and since it was the third time, I was hauled at the end of the day into the headmistress' office right next to the play room. She told me to take my pants down. I was very scared and hesitated a long time. Finally, Mrs. Betty Bascom yanked down my trousers -- and underpants, too!! At the same time, she grabbed a hard-backed chair, pulled me over her lap and spanked me hard about 10 times. I never knew before what it meant to see stars. I was so surprised and shocked, I didn't know what to do. Once or twice in the past I had heard spankings from outside her office; classmates starting to cry and beg for her to stop. I was stubborn and couldn't beg or sound repentant. But I WAS so embarrassed, I began to cry. When Mrs. Bascom let me off her lap, she took me by the shoulder and spun me around, with my backside facing her. She said, "One more, young man, to think about." Then she brought her soft hand across my bottom so hard, I yelled, "Owwwwww!! As I was pulling up my pants and wiping my eyes with my sleeve, who should walk in to pick me up but Mommy! I thought, naturally, she would get mad at Mrs. Bascom. Instead, she took me by the hand and marched me out -- right through the play room -- and put me into the car for the 10-minute ride home. She told me I needed the spanking and would get many more if I ever acted up again. The next day, I talked back to her about something, and she did not hesistate. "Come here to me, Teddy," she announced sternly. We were in our spacious kitchen -- a place I would come to dread. Squeezing me by the upper arm, Mommy hustled me over to one of the kitchen table chairs -- it had a cushiony seat for her comfort, but definitely not for mine! "I love, you, Teddy," she said, "but you need to be reminded to be a good boy, and from now on you will be spanked, just like Tommy and Jill next door. I guess I made a mistake in not doing this before." "Plleeeeeeze, Mommy," I whined. "Don't spank me now. I'll be a good boy, I promise." "I'm sure you will be, Teddy," she replied. "But we'll talk about it after I spank your bare bottom. Now pull down your pants!" "Nooooo!" I hollered. "I won't do it!" "Then I will," she said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to her. With her left hand around my waist, she stuck her right hand inside the top of my pants, unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped my fly in a flash. My jeans were already at my knees, and I started shaking. With me still facing her so closely I could smell her perfume, Mommy quickly pulled my underpants down to where my jeans were. I was mortified because she could see everything. She didn't continue THAT embarrassment much longer, but spun me around and from her right side gently lifted me across her skirt. The spanking was about to begin. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK, she began. I hated it. "Please, not so fast," I pleaded. "And not so hard!" "OK, Teddy. I shall go slow. S M A C K S P A N K S P A N K W H A P S M A C K S M A C K S M A C K. "Is that better?" she asked. "Yes, Mommy, but it really hurts," I sobbed. "You deserve this and you know it. Now stay still," she commanded as I had started to wiggle. "Ten more, and count them!" "ONE -- oooh; TWO ---owwww!!! THREE --mommy, please stoppit! FOUR -- aaaaahhhh!!! FIVE --sobbbbb SIX --No more, no more! SEVEN -- uhhhuhhuhhhuhh, mppphhh Mommy stop!! EIGHT --Owwwwwww!! NINE -- I'll be good, I promise. TEN ---Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! I was really crying now, again, not because it hurt so much but because I was ashamed to have mommy see my bare bottom and private parts, and because I had done something to displease her. "There, there, Teddy," she soothed, once the spanking was over. "How 'bout if I rub it away?" "OK," I sniffled. "I'll be a good boy from now," I fibbed. Suffice it to say, from then on until puberty made it inappropriate for her, I got many lickings from Mommy, and others, as well. ###