Spanking Begins at 13

Here's the first chapter of my newest creation:

As Ricky woke up slowly, he remembered what the day was. It was Saturday and no school, but more importantly, it was his birthday, as well as his twin sister's. It was a milestone, as he and his sister were now 13....teenagers! To him, it was a momentous day. He didn't know it yet, but it would be truer than he would have ever expected.

As he got up, his mother entered the bedroom and cheerfully opened the shades in his room, letting the sun come in on this sunny, spring day.

"Good morning, Richard, today's your big day!! Happy Birthday!!!!! Why don't you wash up, and then come downstairs for breakfast. Don't bother getting dressed, you can do that afterwards."

That was different, Ricky thought, but it didn't matter to him, and he went to the bathroom to wash up. Then he went downstairs, and his sister, Becky, was already there. The kitchen table was already set, and Ricky headed toward the table.

"Before you sit down, Richard, there's something to take care of first. Why don't both you and Rebecca come over here." She indicated a spot in front of a stool that she had pulled out and sat down on. "This is quite a day for you two, you're now teenagers. And while I hate to put a damper on this day, there is something to deal with. I'll be honest, and tell you two that I have been very disappointed in your behavior. I have come to realize that both of you have become brats. Both of you have been rude, both to me and to others, as well as disobeying my wishes more times that I care to remember."

Both Ricky and Becky, squirmed restlessly as they stood there, listening to their mother's lecture. It was unusual for their mom to scold them like she was doing, and both Becky and Richard barely paid attention, anxiously waiting to have their breakfast and get on with the day. It was an attitude that their mom noticed.

"As usual, you are not paying much attention to what I say. I suppose it's my fault, since I have always let you get away with murder for the first 13 years of your life. But that's got to change. You know, I've never spanked you, nor have I really punished you for any of your misbehaviors. I know other families do spank their children when they misbehave, but I had this opinion that it wasn't necessary."

Ricky and Becky looked at each other at their mom's mention of the word "spanking". They both knew that most of their friends still got spanked, and were glad they weren't. Especially those times when they witnessed one of their friends receiving a spanking in their presence. Being unspanked also allowed them to brag to their friends about how they never get spanked.

Their mom continued, "it is also probable that in those families that do spank, that by the time their son or daughter become teenagers, the number of spankings become less and less. At least, I suppose so."

"Mom! Can't we eat breakfast already?" Ricky complained, tired of standing there and listening to his mom's lecture, and not knowing where she was going with her words.

"Be quiet, Richard. You'll eat when I tell you to. I am getting more and more tired of your attitude, young man and it would be smart if you wised up."

Stung and surprised by his mom's rebuke, Ricky just stood there, silent.

"Now, to continue after your rude interruption," she looked at Ricky, as she spoke, "while in other families that do spank, spankings are probably reduced for children when they become thirteen, I have decided that in THIS FAMILY, it will be different, because spankings haven't been used here.....at least not yet they haven't."

Ricky stood there, with his mouth open in surprise. He also noticed that his sister had the same reaction. Surely, their mom wasn't going to NOW spank them.

"Yes children, I have decided that it's not to late to change my ways. Nor is it too late to institute some discipline in this household. Effective immediately, all misbehavior is going to be dealt with in the way I should have a long time ago. Now, whenever you misbehave, you will be punished with spankings. Do you both understand?"

Both Ricky and Becky were stunned, and protested mightily, at their mom's pronouncement. Their claims of being too old were refuted by the facts that their friends were still getting spanked. Their claims of being good, were met by their mom's remark that time will tell. It was at this point, that the other shoe was dropped.

"There's one more thing I haven't mentioned. As it's your birthdays, I though it would be appropriate to institute an old custom. Birthday spankings!!!"

"NO!!!!"

"NO WAY!!!! YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING!!"

"Oh, I am not kidding, Richard, and I don't appreciate that tone of voice. Now, both of you, please stand over to my right side. And it would be smart of you to do what you are told without arguing for a change."

Both of the new teenagers walked slowly and quietly to the right side of their mom as she sat on the stool. Though never previously spanked, they knew what a spanked entailed and neither was looking forward to experience what they had only witnessed before. Their mom was tall and athletic and the "platform" she presented when sitting on the stool was imposing. It didn't take long for their mom to let them experience the uniqueness of the traditional spanking position. She first grabbed Becky's wrist and pulled her across her knees. Then, to Ricky's surprise, having seen his sister taken over his mom's knees and expecting his sister to get her spanking first, his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled over his mom's knees, outside of and next to his sister. It felt strange to both teenagers, as they observed the floor's pattern beneath them. Both felt helpless, as they could not reach the floor with either they hands or feet. To their dismay, though not really to their surprise, having seen it happen with their friends, they each, in turn, felt their mom's hand on the waistband of their pajama bottoms and then felt their pj bottoms being slowly and inexorably pulled down past their virgin behinds. Both teens squirmed and twisted, as they felt their bottoms exposed.

"OK, I guess it's time for your birthday spankings to begin."

<SPANK>

"OW!"

<SPANK>

"OUCH!"

She smacked the summit of each of the bottoms presented to her, eliciting a response from both. Noticing the red splotch that was left, she continued the spanking, shifting from one behind to the other. Her strong arm repeatedly smacked the waiting targets, causing both Ricky and Becky to cry out in pain. Having never been spanked before, their bottoms were sensitive to the spanks of the punishing hand and it didn't take long for the two to start crying, much to their mother's satisfaction, seeing that the spanking was effective for her two kids. She was expecting that there would be plenty of repeat trips across her lap for both or one of the two teens presently across her knees, and was pleased that it would be a good punishment for them when they misbehave.

Not wanting to overdo this first part of their birthday spankings, she stopped after administering 50 spanks each to Ricky and Becky, the last few applied to the lower part of their bottoms, where they sit down on.

"Ok, that's over with, let's eat breakfast." It was too cheerful for the twins to deal with, but, once their pajama bottoms were pulled up, they got up from their mom's lap and rubbed their bottoms enthusiastically, a sight that caused their mom to chuckle inwardly. They looked like two little well-spanked kids while they rubbed. They sat down gingerly on the hard wooden kitchen chairs and both couldn't avoid squirming as they awaited their breakfast.

The twins didn't known it yet, but their birthday spankings weren't over yet. Their mom had more in mind for them. It wasn't until the breakfast was over that they found out.

"Ok, kids, let's get the second part of your birthday spankings over with and then you can enjoy your birthdays."

"What? More spankings? Haven't we been spanked enough? We haven't even done anything!!" Ricky protested loudly.

"Oh, you've done plenty recently, so don't act so innocent. And I warned you before about arguing with me, didn't I? Now, both of you, over to my right side, like before."

They did so, but after Becky was placed across her mom's lap and Ricky was reached for in order for him to be placed next to his sister, Ricky made the mistake of stepping back away from his mom's reach.

"Richard, come back here this instant!!! If I have to get you, you will be a sorry little boy by the time I am finished with you!"

His mother's stern and demanding voice forced Ricky to listen and he stepped forward, allowing his mom to yank him across her knees. Then, both twins had their bottoms bared once again. Behind them, they heard a drawer open and then close.

<SPANK>

"OOOOOWWWW!!!!"

<SPANK>

"OOOOOOWWWWW!!!"

After one spank each, the twins knew that it wasn't their mom's hand that had smacked them. Whatever it was, it hurt a lot more than before. Before they had time to think too much about it, the spanking continued.

Unlike the previous handspanking, this time the spanks stopped at 13 each. Both Ricky and Becky were sobbing from the painful spanks, which, unknown to the twins, were given with a hard wooden hairbrush, obtained by their mom for exactly this purpose. Both bare behinds were red from the hard spanks. For the twins, the spanking wasn't over yet, especially for Ricky. For Becky, all there remained was the spank to grow on.

<SPANK>

"AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHH"

The spank was an especially hard one, which caused Becky to really cry out in pain.

<SPANK>

The hairbrush smacked down hard on Ricky's behind and he cried out in pain.

"Ok, Becky, your spanking is finished. Just remain where you are while I finish up with Ricky."

"No, please, I'll be good! No more!"

"I am sorry, Ricky, but I warned you about arguing with me and you didn't cooperate with me, so you will get an extra birthday spanking. Using her left arm to make sure Ricky stayed across her lap, she resumed Ricky's spanking.

After the twelfth spank, she stopped, as Ricky sobbed and sobbed. It was more than she intended for the first day, but Ricky just didn't listen.

"One more spank, and it's over with."

<SPANK>

The last spank was a hard one and Ricky cried out when it burned his bottom.

"I hope both of you have learned from this. If you behave, you have nothing to worry about, but if you don't........" She left the rest unsaid, but it was plain what she meant. Then, unlike before, their pj bottoms were not pulled up but they were both removed from their position across their mom's knees and quickly marched to an empty corner in the kitchen, another new experience for the poor twins.

"Keep your hands away from your behinds. You both just stand there facing the wall and think about how you are going to behave and avoid being spanked. It's all up to you. And, remember, no rubbing, or you'll be back over my knee for more spanks."

So, the two of them stood there facing the wall, thinking more of the pain they felt from their first spankings of their life and not liking it one bit. Both resisted the urge and temptation to reach back and rub some of the pain out, as they didn't want a return trip over their mom's knees. Then too, was the feeling of their being treated as if they were little kids, and being made to stand in the corner. It was a feeling felt more by Ricky, because, while Becky was excused from the corner after 10 minutes, Ricky had to endure 10 minutes more, this time alone and completely buried in the corner, and those ten minutes seemed like twice that.

Finally, the final ten minutes had passed and he felt his pajama bottoms being pulled up and his mom told him he could now turn around and go upstairs to get dressed. As he did so, he saw, as Becky did earlier, what his mom had used on them for the second spanking, as he saw the hairbrush resting on the counter, most likely left there on purpose. As he walked out of the kitchen, Ricky knew his charmed young life was over.

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