Introduction to the hairbrush, Chapter 2
Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 8:16 pm
Maggie was from England, she went to college over here and when I met her, she worked in one of the myriad of hospitals here in Ohio. Needless to say, I behaved very well for about two weeks after the first spanking, but I was only 7. My mother called her Mary Poppins, because of her accent, I just called her Maggie. Yes, it was always pants down, over her lap with a hug and an “I love you” afterwards.
1968, the summer I was 10, a neighbor kid swiped cigarettes from his mother. we smoked them behind Maggie’s house, we thought we were hiding. Maggie called me into the house, Danny came along. She told him to go home and turned on me.
“Have you been smoking”, she demanded.
Dummy me said no. That was the second lie I told her. She told me that she saw me smoking with Danny behind her fence and I knew I was in for it. She told me to stand in the corner and not to move. I heard her go down the hall to her bedroom. Fearing for my life, I nearly ran out the door, but she returned before I could.
I heard her pull out a chair and a clunk as she set something down. She took several minutes to compose herself before calling me into the kitchen. I never saw Maggie mad, but she was certainly upset with me.
She made me stand there and admit that I was smoking. then she told me that I lied to her. Busted, big time. She pulled down my pants and yanked me over her lap and proceeded to spank my bottom. She went well beyond the usual spanking and I was squirming, begging and crying before she stopped.
She held me there and told me that If I thought I was old enough to smoke, I was old enough to pay the price. The clunk I’d heard was her hairbrush. She picked it up and blistered my spanked bottom for what seemed like a year. I was a sobbing, wilted mess before she was done.
When she’d finished, she stood me up and then hugged me. She didn’t say anything, but two days later she gave me the same for lying to her. After that I got the hairbrush every time.
1968, the summer I was 10, a neighbor kid swiped cigarettes from his mother. we smoked them behind Maggie’s house, we thought we were hiding. Maggie called me into the house, Danny came along. She told him to go home and turned on me.
“Have you been smoking”, she demanded.
Dummy me said no. That was the second lie I told her. She told me that she saw me smoking with Danny behind her fence and I knew I was in for it. She told me to stand in the corner and not to move. I heard her go down the hall to her bedroom. Fearing for my life, I nearly ran out the door, but she returned before I could.
I heard her pull out a chair and a clunk as she set something down. She took several minutes to compose herself before calling me into the kitchen. I never saw Maggie mad, but she was certainly upset with me.
She made me stand there and admit that I was smoking. then she told me that I lied to her. Busted, big time. She pulled down my pants and yanked me over her lap and proceeded to spank my bottom. She went well beyond the usual spanking and I was squirming, begging and crying before she stopped.
She held me there and told me that If I thought I was old enough to smoke, I was old enough to pay the price. The clunk I’d heard was her hairbrush. She picked it up and blistered my spanked bottom for what seemed like a year. I was a sobbing, wilted mess before she was done.
When she’d finished, she stood me up and then hugged me. She didn’t say anything, but two days later she gave me the same for lying to her. After that I got the hairbrush every time.