goodboyspankings:hopetobecucked:For years I’d masturbated to the thought of a good old fashioned bar
goodboyspankings:hopetobecucked:For years I’d masturbated to the thought of a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking from my mom. Even before I knew what sex was I was masturbating to the idea of having my bare bottom spanked. This went on for years. Finally at age 13 I worked up the courage to ask her for a spanking, and not just any spanking - the kind of spanking she used to get from my grandmother - on my bare bottom, with a hairbrush. I almost couldn’t believe the words were coming out of my mouth as I confessed how I had fantasized about it for years and begged her to give me the same experience - to my surprise, she agreed. Now that she is sitting there with the brush and is ready to fulfill my fantasy I am terrified. All I can do is stare down at her lap and at that brush. The tension in the room is thick: “It’s ok, you were so brave to tell me your fantasy. Don’t back out now.” Mom said to me as she put the hairbrush down beside her and reached out to me. “Can’t we do this up in my bedroom - or yours?” “No - you wanted to be spanked like Grandma spanked me — you knew that meant right down here where anyone could see. Grandma didn’t believe in privacy for spankings. You should be glad I closed the curtains - she wouldn’t have.” With that mom unbuttons my jeans and slowly draws the zipper down - my bulging erection makes it more difficult to lower than it would otherwise have been. I redden with embarrassment as she lowers both my pants and underwear to my ankles and my erection and sparse pubic hair are now exposed to her view - it’s the first time she has seen me naked since I was 7 or 8 years old. “Now, fold those up and put them neatly on the table - you won’t need them”. I do as instructed before standing in front of her again. “Now son, although you asked for this spanking - this is a punishment. You should not be masturbating yourself, that is a vile habit you need to control do you understand? If I catch you masturbating again I will spank you again just like this. I would appreciate it if you came to me and asked me to spank you before you masturbate again to help you control the urge - do you understand?” She brought me around to her side and took me across her lap. “I know this is your first spanking but I also know you want it to be real - this is going to be painful. Don’t be afraid to cry. I love you son.”She picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it around my bottom before giving me a few light taps. Finally she drew it back and my first ever spanking began with a resounding “CRACK”. One night when I was also about that age, my mother threatened to spank me if I didn’t settle down. The budding spankophile in me and my raging pubescent libido made me wonder if this was a promise or a threat. I tried to poke the bear and earn my first spanking that night but the threat was ideal and she broke her promise.To this day, I wonder how things would have turned out if she had spanked me that evening. Would I still have a spanking fetish? Would my relationship with my mother be better or worse? Would I have had an erection? Would it have been the first of many spankings?I hope for parallel universes where little Johnny stepped over the line that night. I pray that heaven is experiencing all of the permutations my life could have taken. Somewhere out there in the infinite, I want to believe that a 12yo me knows the answer to all those questions. -- source link