From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Chew on this, Gnosis!
Date: 16 May 1995 04:31:58 GMT

   First, Gnosis, let me say that your story was HOT!  I loved it and
it inspired me to write one of my own.  I really wanted one more like
yours, but I couldn't very well imitate you, so I had to come up with
something similar yet different.  Here's my bid:
   (BTW, boys and girls, it has been 9 years since I have spoken or read
any German, so don't jump on me if I've used it incorrectly.  [Though I
wouldn't mind an e-mailing pointing out any errors so I can avoid the
mistakes in the future.]  I tried to stick to words and simple phrases
with which I felt fairly confident, but I don't guarantee that I've
succeeded.)

                     Host Mother Knows Best

   There was no sound at all from within the house.  Lance stood
with his back to the door and facing into the dusty corner.  The
dust tickled at his nose and he wanted to sneeze, but he held it
in so that he might be able to hear her footsteps on those creaky
wooden stairs.  He was dressed solely in underwear and in his
right hand he held a large wooden-backed hairbrush.  His mind
raced at the thought of what was to come.  He reached back into
his memory and pulled forth the reasons for his present
predicament.
   It had started out quite innocently.  He had been sitting at
the table with his host mother and discussing what life was like
back in the United States.  That was the nice thing about living
in the home of Mrs, or should he say Frau, Hoffstedter.  During
the daylight hours, only german was spoken.  But at night,
english was spoken to give her more practice.  The German woman
calmly listened to his stories of his homeland and had even
commented on a few things she had seen when she had visited.  The
conversation had somehow turned to punishment in the home.
   "And how did your parents handle such an unruly child as
yourself," she had asked in heavily accented english.
   That was their private joke.  Whenever he was behind in his
studies, she would cluck like a mother hen and tease him by
calling him an "unruly child."  He had told her of some of the
shows he had seen as a child that had involved a German nanny or
governess.  She had laughed about it as well, for she had seen
some of those shows when she had visited the United States.  So
whenever the opportunity presented itself, she struck a pose,
shook her finger and repeated those words.  It usually sent both
of them into fits of laughter.
   "Well," he had said, "my mother was always fond of spanking
me."  His face blushed a little when he had said it, but she had
just nodded as if it was expected.
   She then pointed to photos of her own children.  "When my own
children were young, my form of discipline was a hairbrush on the
bared bottom."
   Lance had just stared at her.  "A hairbrush?  On the bare? 
That must have hurt."
   Mrs. Hoffstedter had given a start.  "Didn't your own
punishments hurt?"
   Lance had coughed a bit.  "Well, when I was younger they did. 
But mom only used her hand and it was never on my bare butt."
   "Bah!  A child will learn nothing if there is not sufficient
pain to reinforce the lesson being taught."
   "I disagree.  I learned my lessons well enough."
   "Well enough?  Ja, er, yes, I'm so sure.  Is that why you were
a most rude young man today in the square?"
   "What do you mean?  Oh, you mean that incident with the
baker?"
   "Incident?  Is that what you call it when someone deliberately
accuses a man of cheating on his weights?"
   "It was a mistake.  I thought he had his thumb on the scales."
   "Ach so?  Well, I was never so embarrassed in all of my life."
   "I apologized," Lance had defended himself.
   "You are very fortunate that Herr Lieberman accepted with such
grace.  I was ready to paddle your bottom for that."
   Lance had felt a curious stirring.  Frau Hoffstedter was an
attractive woman in her early forties.  He had felt a mixture of
shame and arousal when those words had fallen from her mouth.
   "Why didn't you," he had asked.
   "Why?  Because you are almost septzehn..,er, seventeen years old. 
Don't you think you are a little old to be needing such
embarrassing corrections?"
   Lance had just sat there for a moment.  He could say, 'yes,'
and the matter would most likely be dropped.  If he said 'no,'
however, he might get her to do something that he had been
curious about for a long time.
   "Well," he had finally said, "if helps to improve my behavior,
then I'd think that it might be necessary."
   It was Frau Hoffstedter's turn to give a little start.  "Do
you?  Do you actually realize what you are saying?"
   "I think so," he had said.
   "I do _not_ think so.  If I were to spank you for this
incident, then I must also spank you at any time during the next
year that I think you need one."
   "Is that bad?"
   "Bad?  Mein Gott!  You think I am a strict woman now, but if I
were to apply the same rules to you that I applied to my own
children in the past, you would shortly find yourself in a very
difficult situation."
   "It can't be all that bad," Lance had said.
   "Fine.  Are we agreed, then?"
   "About what?"
   "I will soon punish you for today's incident.  And after that,
you will be subject to the normal rules of this household.  If
you are in error, you will be punished.  There is only one
punishment: a paddling on your bared bottom.  Is that what you
want me to hold you to?"
   Lance sat back for a moment.  He considered what the next year
might bring.  "Yes."
   Frau Hoffstedter shrugged.  "Fine.  March upstairs and remove
your clothing.  You may keep your undershorts on for a little
while.  You will wait for me in my room and facing the corner. 
You will find the hairbrush on my dresser.  Be holding it when I
get upstairs.  Now go!"
   Lance had scurried to obey.  It was too good to be true.  He
had seen all of those great shows in which the German governess
had threatened to paddle a charge.  He had often wondered about
such punishments, though they were never displayed on the screen. 
Now he was going to get his questions answered.

   And so he waited.  He strained his ears, but he could hear no
sounds from the house.  What was she doing?  Did she suddenly
lose her nerve?  What was...
   There were the footsteps.  She hadn't lost her nerve.  She had
just been waiting a sufficient time for him to really get worked
up about it.  It had worked.  His stomach was in knots.  He
wondered how badly it was going to hurt.  Would he humiliate
himself by crying?  Would he humiliate himself by getting an eye-
popping erection?  He hoped not.
   The door to the room swung open.  He heard her walk to the bed
and sit down upon it.  "Lance!  Kommen sie.  Schnell!"
   He moved to her side.  She took the hairbrush from his hand
and roughly pulled him over her lap.  He felt a wave of heat run
through his face as he felt his underwear being lowered to his
shins.
   "You are an unruly child who has been needing this since you
arrived here.  You will now learn what it is to be punished."
   With that she brought the hairbrush down on his right cheek
with blinding speed and incredibly force.
   CRACK!!!!!  He sucked in his breath to shout, but the second
spank had already landed before the sound had passed his lips. 
CRACK!!!!!
   It went on forever.  CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
   The tears had started with almost the first spank.  He was
wailing in pain and shame before five had cracked against his
bare ass.  His mind had lost count after ten and he had just
given in to the pain and humiliation.  He bawled like a baby
throughout the entire spanking.
   CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
   His mind hadn't even registered that the spanking had stopped. 
He just kept bawling and begging for forgiveness.  When the tears
had stemmed somewhat, he felt himself being lifted from her lap. 
She carefully replaced his underwear (though Lance was sure that
she had noticed his erection) without a word.  After she had made
sure that he was able to listen, she began to lecture him about
keeping his mouth shut in public situations.
   "Now you know what naughty liebchen receive when they have
crossed the line.  Remember that.  Now go to bed and we will talk
some more in the morning."
   He trudged off to his room and gently settled into bed.  He
winced and even gasped a little as his sore ass made contact with
the sheets.  He savored the feel of his sore ass and relished in
the heat that was emanating from it.  Slowly his hand began to
stroke as he again relived those wonderful cracks of the brush
against his naked bottom.  It was going to be a great year.