Remembrance IV

It was a warm summer afternoon that I'll never forget. I was 12 years old. I was down in the den, laid over my stepmom's lap, with my bare buttocks exposed. My stepmom Julie was about to inflict the first lash of a spanking with a doubled-up leather belt when the doorbell rang.

"Don't you move!. I'll be right back," Julie ordered.

Seconds later, I heard two voices as my stepmom decended the stairs to the den on the lower level of the house and I quickly recognized the other voice as Julie's best friend and next door neighbor Barbara.

"Let me get this spanking overwith Barabra and we'll go have a cold beer," Julie told her. "I'm glad you came over. This spanking will do him more good with you present."

I was already humiliated enough at being exposed in front of Julie, and now I flinched as Barabara sat down in a chair directly across from me, giving her a clear view of my genitals. Then came the first swish as Julie layed the belt onto my bare buttocks. Ooh how the belt hurt as it landed over and over!

Then just as my tears started flowing, I looked over at Barbara, whose wry grin told me she was enjoying every moment of my ordeal. As Julie applied each lash of the belt, my penis would sway as Barbara was staring directly at it. But, then for some reason, I suddenly found my situation at being so exposed somewhat of a turn-on, especially when Barbara crossed her legs, affording me a glimpse of the "v" formed by her white panties under her short skirt.

Finally, after the last lash had been administered, Julie allowed me to pull my pants back up and go to my room where I was to stay until dinner. After the pain subsided somewhat, I focused back on what I had just experienced and soon found myself nursing an erection.

For many weeks, I often thought about being spanked in front of Barbara again and then the the memory began fading away. Then one weekend at the end of that same summer while my parents were away, I stayed with Barbara and her daughter Jill who was about eight years old at the time. Barabara's husband was also away that weekend.

We were watching TV the first evening when I started to argue with Jill about what TV program to watch. Barbara was very upset at my outburst and told me that she would tell my parents when they returned.

Spontaneously, I said, "Barbara, I'm very sorry. I'm sure I'll get a spanking when my parents get back, but I'd feel better if you would do it now so we can get it overwith."

Barbara was very pleased at the suggestion and asked Jill to retrieve one of her dad's belts from the bedroom closet. While Jill was gone, Barbara began to pull my pants down. I remember how she took her time unfastening and lowering my short pants and then how she looked right at me as she gently tugged my shorts from side to side down my hips until my penis and buttocks were bared to her view.

Barbara then patted her bare lap and motioned me to lie across her lap. When Jill returned to find me bent over her mom's lap with my bare bottom exposed, she had a surprised, but pleased look on her face. The belt Jill brought was quite wide and the sting and bite of of the first few lashes really hurt. But, at the same time, I recall the pleasure of my penis being in contact with Barbara's ample thighs. Barbara spanked me hard and I was being sent to my room after the spanking, tears of pain were streaming down my face.

But, the last pleasurable surprise was yet to come. I was in my room still nursing my sore bottom when Barbara came in to check up for me. I recall how she came over to the edge of my bed wearing just a short summer style nightgown and as she bent over to sit on the edge, I got a glimpse of her breasts and dark nipples. And then as she talked to me, I looked at her ample lap again that I had just been spanked across and I became rigid. Thankfully, I had the sheet pulled up with my knees raised and my erection was not visible. When she left a moment later, I turned the lights off and began to erase the thoughts of pain away.