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am putting this down, pen to paper, then I am going to put it into a safe place. What I saw this afternoon was so freakin’ unbelievable that no way I will forget today, like ever. Yet it was just so wild I just gotta write this all down, such as a reporter on the scene does, while it is still fresh in my mind. This way I have proof positive that what I saw was real. Like damn, it did too happen!\n\nWish I was like one of those girls who actually likes to write, who are always writing dumb junk in their diaries. Man, how I wish I could hire one of them to write this down for me. Can you imagine their reaction if I told them? Anyway even as I am writing this there is a part of me that so wants to share this story with someone, anyone, that I keep thinking in first person, then second person, I am just all over the place, at least in my mind. So I guess I will try to write this like it was a story, maybe this way it will be an easier read, or at least easier to write.","description_bbcode_parsed":"I am putting this down, pen to paper, then I am going to put it into a safe place. What I saw this afternoon was so freakin’ unbelievable that no way I will forget today, like ever. Yet it was just so wild I just gotta write this all down, such as a reporter on the scene does, while it is still fresh in my mind. This way I have proof positive that what I saw was real. Like damn, it did too happen!
Wish I was like one of those girls who actually likes to write, who are always writing dumb junk in their diaries. Man, how I wish I could hire one of them to write this down for me. Can you imagine their reaction if I told them? Anyway even as I am writing this there is a part of me that so wants to share this story with someone, anyone, that I keep thinking in first person, then second person, I am just all over the place, at least in my mind. So I guess I will try to write this like it was a story, maybe this way it will be an easier read, or at least easier to write.","writing":"Garrett and myself have known each other since we met in the second grade and by all rights should be like best friends or something, only we aren’t, not at all. We are both jocks and love sports and are the stars of our teams but there is a competition between us that you can all but taste, even if it is unspoken, that has made us all but mortal enemies. I guess a great example would be our roles on the soccer team. I mean Garrett scored the winning goal, but so what, any fool can kick a ball, why look at Jake Peterson for example, the dude who scored our other goal. I mean as everyone knows the games are truly won or lost on the play of your goalie. And that would be me. We are also in our last year of middle school, meaning we are 14 and in the 8th grade, and while I may dislike Garrett I never thought he was dumb, much less a fool. Well, until today that is.\n\nI walked over to Garrett’s house this afternoon cause I had to. See, Mrs. Strivers, that would be our humanities teacher, assigned us partners on this stupid project and unfortunately I got stuck with Garrett and since it was raining today I figured this might be the perfect time to start working on our project. Anyway I get there and Garrett and his mom are in the middle of this big old fight. Was weird, his mom answers the door and sweetly tells me to come on in, then once I am in she turns her back on me like I didn’t exist, yelling at Garrett to get his ass back in this room, now! And her tone and the way she was yelling, was scary. Like she was this close to being whacked out of her mind.\n\nGarrett comes back into the room and you can tell he is totally surprised to see me, wasn’t like I had called first, and he has this really strange look on his face, like he is half scared and half confused. Then, and I am guessing because I was there, he gets this hard and sorta ugly look on his face. Like it is here and now that he is going to make his stand and show me who the man is. So Garrett keeps on arguing and fighting with his mom. It seems that Garrett had been told to, get this, clean his room. I mean no big thing, we all hate doing that, but what kind of idiot tells his mom he has cleaned his room up when all she has to do is open the door to find out that not only have you lied, but that you have lied to her face.\n\nNow that is just dumb, but not nearly as dumb as when Garrett gets all red faced and starts screaming at her, telling her to get off his case, etc., before ending this tirade with maybe the stupidest statement of all time when screaming at his mom to,\n\n\"Get the fuck out of my face, bitch!\"\n\nAt that point I was embarrassed for us all. Garrett for actually saying that to his mom. His mom for being talked at like that, by her own son no less, and me, yes me, for having witnessed Garrett acting like such an ass. I mean that broke the code, talking to his mom like that.\n\nI guess that wasn’t all that broke, like my dad has this saying, ’That was the straw that broke the camel’s back,’ and that fit by Garrett must have been the straw that broke what little restraint his mom had left. I never knew that a girl, or mom, or any female I guess, could look the way she did. She went all quiet yet there was this grim look on her face that was pure mean. It was like she had finally flipped and in doing so had become possessed. And this tone she used, very eerie, almost unearthly, when asking Garrett, \"What did you just say to me?\" caused both me and Garrett to take a step back.\n\nMan, did Garrett look scared! He sounded scared too. As soon as his mom’s look registered his tone totally changed. Talk about nice and polite. Talk about begging for forgiveness! I have never heard so many \"Mom’s\", \"Mama’s\" and \"Sorrys\" in one sentence in my life. Was like he never stopped for breath, he was that worked up. When he finally did stop for breath it wasn’t his mom that he looked at, it was me, and there was this really contorted expression on his face that left me totally confused. As if he was more scared of me than his mom. Now I admit I am no brain but neither am I dumb, still I bet it took a good minute before his mom’s next words sunk into my thick skull. In this voice that was as much as harsh whisper as the spoken word she spat out,\n\n\"It seems to me that one young man has just gotten to big for his britches!\" Then glared at him like a demonic demon, as if daring him to say jack. Garrett just stood there, planted in place and shaking. As for me, once the drift of his mom’s words sunk in I kind of snorted, all nervous like. Not that I could help it, I mean come on, it’s the twenty first century, who knew anyone was still spanked. Much less Garrett!\n\nI thought I had seen every shade of red possible, but never have I seen a red that came close to matching the color that Garrett’s face was turning. It seemed that so much blood was flowing to his face that he couldn’t think, talk or react. If I had been Garrett I would have run. Run outside to give my mom time to chill, or at least into my room for some privacy. He just stood there as his mom walked towards him and grabbed him by the ear. Only then did he start to come out of his trance as in this tiny voice he moaned,\n\n\"Mom? Please!\" When that didn’t work he cried out, real loud like, \"Mom! No! Matthew is here!\"\n\nHis mom’s retort was as quick as it was biting, \"That didn’t seem to matter to you when you were talking to me like I was street trash. Now did it?\" Garrett didn’t have an answer for that.\n\nGarrett looked like he was in pain, and considering how hard his mom was twisting his ear it is no wonder that he was wincing. It also helped explain why he was half bouncing to keep up with her walk. I was more in shock than anything I think. I wasn’t laughing, at least out loud, but neither was I all upset or freaked out. Is kind of like watching a dude who crashes when blading down a steep hill. Your first reaction is to point and laugh, it is funny to watch even though you know he’s in pain. That same look was plastered all over my face. That same grin, only minus the words and pointing. Or at least until Garrett caught my eye and gave me this deer in the headlights look, with lips so puckered it was like he had just been forced to swallow Castor oil. That and he kept throwing his hand out, finger pointed towards the door, like ordering me to leave. I just pointed back at him, and laughed, silently.\n\nThe moment his mom sat down in a chair though my mood changed, maybe as dramatically as Garrett’s did. His mom, without warning, reached out and started to unbutton Garrett’s pants. I think at that moment, my eyes crossed. I know my mouth fell open. Talk about being stunned, that was me. What amazed me most though was the fact that Garrett was staying in place. The dude was just standing there, looking as sheepish as some chick who has been struck dumb by the love bug. Slowly, very slowly, the realization came to me that this had happened before. Lots of times before. And recently as well. Garrett might be standing in place, that didn’t mean he was standing still, as he was sorts of small twitches and jerks. That and he was saying all kinds of stuff to his mom in this weak voice, however I was too enthralled visually at that moment to have a clue as to what he was saying. Even so, even with all this foreshadowing, I still think I stopped breathing for a moment. The moment when, and without warning, just as Garrett’s last button was undone, his mom just reached inside his shorts and started to pull down. Not only was Garrett so ashamed that he started to turn all sorts of colors, but he lifted up on his tippy toes. If that wasn’t bad enough the fact that his mom was sitting down, and Garrett standing up, meant when she was pulling down and his stuff came free, her face was so close to Garrett that he had to be able to feel the warmth of her breath on his stuff. No wonder he was shuddering so hard! His mom was so matter of fact about pulling his pants down that Garrett never bothered to protest, although maybe it can be said that I did so for him as I gasped out loud. Garrett cringed at my gasp and tried to hide his face. His mom just looked, well, satisfied. I also think his mom couldn’t care less that I was there, as if in her mind she had decided that if Garrett wanted to act like a jerk in front of company, he could get punished in front of company. That was cool by me. All I know for sure is that I was staring. Hard. And who wouldn’t. There stood Garrett, his shorts and pants at his knees, his stuff hanging out. His manhood on display for us to inspect. Which for the briefest of moments even his mom did. That is simply human nature I guess, even for a parent. But your own mom? Damn!\n\nGarrett’s stuff isn’t anything out of the ordinary, even so there is a reason we guys refer to our stuff as our private parts, because they are private, so I am not sure what was embarrassing Garrett more, the fact I was staring so hard, or the fact it was his mom who was, in effect, showing him off too me. What I know is that Garrett has a full bush with a really nicely formed dick, if of average length. Garrett’s mom also couldn’t have cared less about his reaction to my being a witness, what with the way he was buckling and unbuckling at the knees and acting all jumpy and looking at me so sadly, when he found the strength to look up. What was fascinating, to me anyway, was the fact that Garrett never once went to cover himself, as human nature, a guys anyway, simply demands that you throw hands down in front. No way any dude has that kind of inner strength. Only thing that this can mean is that this, that Garrett getting spanked, happens a lot. No wonder my grin was so wide it was hurting.\n\nIf I had any doubts that his mom was enjoying Garrett’s obvious distress that went flying out the window the moment she started to speak. The first thing she said was to Garrett was this cross,\n\n\"Garrett, stand still. What are you acting all shy about anyway boy? Isn’t like I don’t see you almost weekly anyway!\" Not sure if Garrett actually turned a fresh color, but he sure was a new kind of embarrassed at his mom being so blunt. His mom then went on to scold him, like he was some little kid or something. Telling him all the usual, you will not talk to me like that, etc. What was so cool though was the next part of her lecture, when asking Garrett,\n\n\"Young man, what happens to boys in this house who get to big for their britches?\"\n\nGarrett’s voice was cracking, going up and then down and he shyly whispered, \"They have to take them off.\" Then there was this giant pause, but just before Garrett’s mom could speak he rushed out, \"And then they get a spanking.\" as if his mom had to answer for him it would be a bad thing, for him anyway.\n\nHis mom just gave him this look, then said, real calm like, \"So, what are you waiting for?\" This just blew me away. Totally. With this little hiccup of protest Garrett look at me, then his mom, all the time blowing through his nose as if holding a snot sniffle in, then with shoulders seemed to slump inward, as if he was growing smaller, Garrett bent over and stared to take his pants off. Forget my grin, by the time Garrett was done his pants off, slowly lifting one leg up, then the other, like a stork checking the temperature of the water, I was, however softly, chortling out loud. I couldn’t help it, it was just some nervous reaction that I couldn’t hold in. No wonder then that Garrett kept losing his balance. All his mom did was smile at me, as to say, it’s ok, I understand.\n\nAll his mom’s look did was make me want to laugh harder. She didn’t have a clue, or at least I hope she didn’t. See, for some strange reason, I think it was his bouncing and the way his dick was slowly swaying, I was suddenly visualizing Garrett’s nightly playtime under the covers. You know, when he is being a nasty boy, and for some reason that visual was making me laugh, and my soft snorts of laughter were making Garrett move around like some Mexican Jumping Bean. It became a circle, the more I fought to control my laughter, the more distressed Garrett became. The more distressed he became, the funnier it was to watch, therefore the harder it became to hold my laughter in. By the time Garrett got his shirt off, another huge surprise, the dude is spanked all naked, I had my laughter under control. Garrett looked defeated, my chortles must have felt like little barbs of wire cutting him, but that didn’t stop me from frankly examining him. The dude is sweet looking. Just ask all the girls who coo at him if you don’t believe me. Nice body too. I am not so sure if I inspected Garrett as much as I dissected him, piece by piece. A slow, all but loving inspection that didn’t end until my tongue was running over my lips, wetting them to a glossy shine. An inspection that ended when I looked at his ankles and wondered, ’Hey. Is that dirt down there, or is he getting his first leg hairs.’ All I know is that by the time I was done, Garrett sure was antsy. Garrett’s mom didn’t say anything for the longest moment, she just let him stand there in all his naked glory, shaking and sweating. That in and of itself has to be a harsh punishment but that didn’t get a single new reaction out of Garrett. His mom standing up and walking briskly towards the desk, that did get a rise out of Garrett.\n\nHis swift and childish intoned plea of, \"Mom....please?\" broke the silence.\n\nHis mom just opened the desk and replied with a simple, \"Don’t be silly Garrett. You are too old for me to spank with my hand.\" then pulls out this small paddle. My eyes grew as big as Garrett’s I think. Just his were in fear. Mine in delight.\n\nHis mom caught the look in my eye and as she sat back down she seemed to go inside herself, as if thinking real hard, then glared at Garrett for this real long moment before suddenly, and without warning, breaking into this big smile. Pointing to the chair next to her she kindly asked, \"Matt, you haven’t ever seen a paddle before, have you?\"\n\nI didn’t speak as much as I stammered, \"Err, no ma’am.\"\n\nI guess my sudden shyness tickled her because the next thing I knew she was asking me, \"Well, you want to see one for yourself?\" You know I didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing the chair I pulled it up next to her, until we were so close we were all but touching, leaving Garrett less than an arm’s length away from me. His mom was now explaining to me that all the boys, once big enough, have their own paddle, and here’s Garrett’s. Want to see it? Like hell yeah! It was light, much lighter than I expected, and smaller too. Has a small handle, then a spanking part that can’t be but a foot long, or less. The funny part though is the stuff on the paddle. That’s the stuff that made me leer. On one side is the name Garrett, like it was burnt into the paddle with one of those wood burning sets some kids get for their birthday. On the other side is a picture of some dude, sans clothing, looking at his bare ass, an ass that was painted red, with this big tear on his face.\n\nI swallowed hard, I didn’t want to start laughing again, then choked out, \"Dude? Did you carve your name on here?\" Garrett looked liked some purple alien, that is how ashamed he was when nodding yes. Then a light bulb went off in my head and with a slow, dramatic tease of a build up I flipped the paddle back over and looked at the picture again, inch by inch, before all but hooting out, \"Dude! This is you!\" I just had to snicker at Garrett’s horrified reaction.\n\nEven as all of this is occurring, I can all but feel the smoothness of Garrett’s skin and the silkiness of the fine dark hairs that surround his dick and yes, those are his first leg hairs, all three of them. At this range, all of this is obvious. I find myself watching how nervous his hands are. Yet they stay behind his back. So wild that his mom, of all people, has Garrett trained this well. Man, is it ever obvious Garrett wants to throw his hands down in front and cover himself, or what. Wilder yet is the fact that he is more embarrassed at me seeing all naked than his own mom. Then, for a moment, it was like me and Garrett could read each others minds, both knowing that before his mother’s new lecture is finished I will have imprinted the imagine of his dick, and his shame, in my mind for all eternity. As I am sure by now his own mother has as well. Many times. Garrett is acutely aware of both of these facts. Even as his mom lectures, even as Garrett stares at the floor, I am aware that he is aware of where we are both staring, of what we are staring at. No wonder Garrett is shuddering again. Hard.\n\nGarrett might have cringed and cried out but he never whimpered, that is until his mom patted her knee and in this sing-song voice said, \"Ok little man. Time to go over my knee.\" Something in the lilt of her voice, as if she were speaking to a sleepy six year old, and my dick started to get hard. Garrett caught me crossing my legs just then and the look he gave me as I mouthed, \"Time to go over your mommies knee.\" was not one of fear, or even hate, but of humility in it’s rawest form. And talk about humility, there is nothing I can think of in this whole wide world that is as shaming to a dude as putting his bare ass over his mom’s knee. Unless it is doing so with the knowledge you are about to be spanked. Only thing that could possibly make matters worse is if your enemy was watching from mere inches away, with a giant leer plastered all over his face.\n\nThe way Garrett slowly lowered himself over his mom’s knee was a sight to behold. To begin with, his face looked liked it was broken into pieces. Part fear, part shame, and another part from emotions so deep inside that they have no names. It was also very awkward for him. He was trying not to look at me, yet the angle of my chair was such that to go over his mom’s knee he had no choice but to look straight at me. Add to this that Garrett is 5’6\" or so, his mom’s height, and it made for what sure looked to be an uncomfortable fit. Garrett first held onto his mom’s arm, then placed his hand out and grabbed the chair’s seat, then with that hand, his right, lowered himself over his mom’s lap. Only when he was centered over his mom’s lap did he let loose of the chair and let his head fall down. Falling down so low that he had be able to see those hidden specks of dust that are in even the cleanest carpet. Was ’cute’ watching Garrett once he was over his mom’s lap. I mean he was just like a squiggling baby as he moved here and there, trying to find a position that suited him. I found myself wondering if he realized just how childish this made him seem. Then lost that though as I noticed just how high into the air this position was pushing his ass. Garrett has a small bubble to his ass to begin with, so once in this position his ass looked liked two plump, squeezable marshmallows laying side by side. And while he wasn’t talking, as in words, he was making these small little sounds, like a very small child smacking his lips together. All in all, he made a very ’cute’ sight. No wonder his mom still spanks him!\n\nI wasn’t ready, like his mom cared, nor was I given a clue. I was expecting his mom to start swinging with Garrett’s paddle when it was time for his spanking to start. She didn’t. Instead she just gave him a single hard hand smack, then stopped to briefly talk to him for a moment. Her voice was dark and it sounded mean, even to me. And if not mean then there sure was this strong tone as she told Garrett, \"You will not talk to me like that boy!\" Then smacked his other cheek, hard, and continued her talk. She did this for a few minutes, at least. Slowly, harshly commenting to Garrett, then accenting her comments by swatting his ass with all her might. I was also finding that my mind was trying to wander. I mean all these fun and games had amped me up and I had just too much pent up energy to sit still, at least for the moment, as without noticing it I had stood up and found myself walking beside them.\n\nWalking, more like pacing, seemed to help. I wasn’t nearly as amped out as a moment ago. Maybe because I had gotten distracted. I had taken up a place right behind Garrett and was getting lost in his ass. No. Not that way. It was the way his ass was showing off the hand prints left by his mom. Bright red splotches that looked exactly like the kind of prints some kindergartener brings home to give to his mommy! Better yet was the way his ass would sway back and forth after each swat by his mom. Was like looking at some flesh colored jello gone mad. These smacks must of hurt as Garrett was sure saying some heartfelt, \"Yes ma’ams\" and \"No ma’ams\" to his mom’s questions. On the last couple of smacks, the hardest smacks by far, he let out with this girlish, high pitched squeal. For some reason that sound brought a grin back to my face, and my nerves seemed to calm down on the spot. Taking one last look at the pink glow that was now Garrett’s ass, I went to sit back down.\n\nDon’t know if it was timing, or if my sitting back down was Garrett’s mom’s cue, regardless it was at that moment she decided to pick up the paddle. Garrett must have sensed that somehow, as at that moment he forgot whatever pride he may have had left and lifted his head up and then back and in this really stringy voice started talking a mile a minute. I mean the dude was speed talking. I could barely make all the words he was talking so fast. It was obvious the dude was begging, shamelessly, but the words that caught my ear, the words that literally left my mouth hanging open were spoken at the end when Garrett just lets out with this peal of, \"Mommiee....please?\" I mean just who in their right mind call their mom, mommy. Much less at 14!\n\nI was smirking when his mom raised the paddle back. Just as I was still smirking when Garrett threw his head back down, with a shrill moan, but not before he caught the smirk plastered all over my face. My smirk changed, however, the moment the paddle landed. I mean now that is a sound. Loud for sure, but there is this pop when it lands that makes a guy jump. Or it sure did me. Garrett let out with this muted, \"Oww.\" and I just grinned. I mean like come on, one smack and he is going \"Oww.\" Get real. As for his mom, her mood had gotten worse, or so it seemed. Unlike when using her hand there was no talking, nor was there any spacing in between the blows. It was like rat-a-tat-tat with the paddle. I sure was impressed with her hand speed and found myself thinking this is who Garrett gets his athletic ability from. Funny thing about that paddle of Garrett’s. No single swing created any huge sound. I mean don’t get me wrong, there was a pop to each blow, but that was all. Yet somehow all the swats together, maybe cause they were landing so fast, were creating this cascade effect of noise. It was like the end of one sound was just finishing as the pop of the paddle landed, and the two sounds reverberated together making for yet a new, third sound. All of that and the natural echoing that occurs in a room with four walls, and you get a lot of noise building up. What else I noticed was that Garrett was moving in time with the noise. The louder the room got, the more it seemed Garrett was starting to move. Like he was a dancer feeling the beat.\n\nAt first all Garrett did was say, \"Ow.\"...\"Ow.\" which sounded so childish, if not downright fake, but as his mom landed more and more strokes Garrett, oddly enough, went quiet. He was no longer making a sound which allowed me to concentrate solely on his actions. The dude was starting to sway, which I got to admit was fascinating to watch. There was something about the way the Garrett was wiggling, yes wiggling to and fro across him mom’s lap that just screamed ’little boy’! What else I had noticed was that Garrett had his legs crossed at his ankles. As if he was going to keep his legs locked together come hell or high water. I laughed under my breath at that, even as I held back my sarcastic, \"Like dude! Who cares about your hole?\" Still, just the fact that Garrett cared that much told me that if the dude started to spread, I was standing up again and catching me a good long look.\n\nJust after I had taken in the fact that Garrett had his legs crossed, him mom slowed down her rhythm. A lot. And remember what I was saying about the paddle landing sounding like nothing more that a pop, well that sure changed. All of a sudden she was lifting the paddle back real slow like, then with all her might landing it on the middle of Garrett’s sweet spot. That made this huge crack of a sound and all it took was one more stroke on the other cheek and Garrett was starting to talk, and talk some more. I mean the dude was going a mile-a-minute again, pleading, \"Mom....Please!\"......\"I have learned my lesson....I swear!\" Not only that but his hands which had been holding onto the side rails of the chair, were now flopping around like he was Italian or something. His mom didn’t say a word, in fact I doubt given the zone she was in she even heard a word he was saying. She just landed another massive stroke, again on his sweet spot.\n\nAnother slow stroke or two and Garrett was becoming a lot of action. Garrett’s head was now bobbing up and then down, and when up, I got to look right at him and see how his jaws were clinched together, except for when his mouth was wide open, screaming for forgiveness. And damn, but can that dude beg! His eyes it seemed were going in and out of focus. I mean one time I would look him straight in the eye, and him back at me, and this look of utter despair would fly across his face. Next time I would catch his eye, they looked all but glazed. Then his mom let go with two terrific wallops, killers, and man did Garrett ever buck. Buck and let go with this piercing scream that all but hurt my ears. Right after that scream, you could hear him start to choke up. All of his begging now sounded thick, and wet.\n\nA couple of more fierce strokes and Garrett’s hands, hands that had been waving, well suddenly his right one went flying back to try and cover his ass, only his mom just grabbed it and pinned it against his back. With ease too. So there lay Garret, now wetly screaming and begging like he was ready to cry, his left arm flopping here and there, his right arm pinned back, bucking up and down like he was on an out of control merry-go-round, when I noticed what I had been waiting for, his legs has come uncrossed. I guess without his arms to wave all that pain of his had to be released somewhere, so his legs were kicking. And spreading! Grinning, I stood up again, only this time I was faking my pacing. Faking it until I had the angle I needed.\n\nWasn’t hard to find that angle, the truth be known. All I had to do was kind of stand to the side of his mom, acting all nervous like as a cover, and I could see everything. Garrett’s legs were kicking like scissors and spreading him like warm butter, especially after his mom would land one of her killer blows. Now I don’t know why this bothered him so much, unless to Garrett his backside was even more personal and private then his stuff. Which, when you think about, is just plain weird. Still, just the fact that it bothered him this much made looking fair game. In Garrett’s case his hole is all pick and real tight looking. I couldn’t even tell there was an opening there until all of a sudden he would spread his legs so wide it was like the dude was winking at me. Kind of a nasty visual, in a fun way, that spread of his.\n\nTo make matters worse, for Garrett anyway, was the fact he knew I was now behind him. With the understanding of what I was examining. Which got him just that much more worked up, upset. Not that he could do anything about it. I knew he was getting all freaky by the way he was thrashing around and trying so hard to talk, only by now everything he was trying to say was coming all out all jumbled and made no sense to anyone except maybe him, and me. Sudden and loud bleats of anguish followed by these piercingly high wails. All accented by faint hints of syllables, of sound that wanted to be words. Garrett was also lifting his back straight up, then yanking his head around and with these big, watery eyes, was moving his mouth as fast as he could, as if trying to yell at me to get away, that or begging his mom to stop. I suspect it was both. Garrett’s mom did seem to notice all of his carrying on, only instead of stopping, she sped up her spanks. I was in awe. I have never seen a hand move that fast in my life. Was a blur. And the sound was becoming so loud I found myself wondering if I yelled out if anyone would hear, much less notice. That is how loud the sounds of the paddle were. That is how loud Garrett was screaming. Screaming at the top of his lungs. Then as quick as a snap of your fingers, that sound changed. At first I thought he had gone quiet again, and was way impressed, before I heard this small croak. Then, underneath the harsh cracks of the paddle, I made out the first soft sounds of crying.\n\nThe dude was crying so softly that at first it barely registered. That didn’t last long though. Another burst from his mom and Garrett was letting it all out. Until today I had assumed that crying was always a softer sound then that of screaming. Maybe in volume it is, but in terms of getting and holding your attention there is no comparison. Garrett’s crying went in stages. As I said his first cries were soft, even gentle in sound, and to my way of thinking his mom had to be some kind of pissed off not to react to them. His next cries were all sorts of chokes and hiccups, only these ragged gasps of breath separating his loud, wet cries. Soon after that, Garrett just opened his mouth and let it all out. Was one long wail that went up and down in pitch, but never broke. His mom was finally slowing down, even so, as she slowed down, the strokes became harder again. Garrett sure acted like he was in some serious pain. Not only was there not a break in his crying, his body was slumping towards the floor so much that his mom had to grab him and bring his ass back up to her. It was at this point that I noticed how hard Garrett was shaking his head, as fast and as furious as a wet dog trying to get dry. One last flurry of strokes and his mom put the paddle down, and like that, Garrett’s spanking was over. Garrett was a mess. Even though his mom was no longer spanking him he was crying and sobbing and jumping all over her lap. Then he startled me by suddenly banging his fists against the floor. It was a slow process, Garrett getting himself together. Even as his crying softened I noticed him using his mom’s leg like I would use a tissue. All but rubbing his face against it, as if to wipe his tears away. Had to grin though. I knew, even before his mom did, when he was really starting to regain control. That would have been when I saw him crossing his legs at his ankles, securing his secret spot.\n\nControl is a very subjective term. Even though Garrett was still crying and swaying across her lap his mom decided it was time for Garrett to get up, and stand up. Even after she had told Garrett to get up, she had to help him to his feet. That is when the next show started. Garrett was on his feet, skipping like some girl jumping rope, and his eyes were huge and all full of water. His face was no longer just red, but almost purple with shame. And his stuff was flopping all over the place. What was so ’cute’ though was the way Garrett kept looking down at his flopping stuff, then blushing, then getting all waily again, even as his hands were busy rubbing his ass.\n\nGarrett was skipping around so much that he ended up turning backwards and flashing us his ass, and while I admit it sure was red, I was, well, disappointed. I mean we have all fallen and cut our skin and left bruises that turned all sorts of greens, not just reds, not to mention left deep muscles aches that made just walking feel this close to impossible... and held back our tears. To be carrying on this much for just some redness, no matter how bright, seemed, well, wimpy! I couldn’t believe that I had ever thought I needed to compete with someone who was such a wuss. Bad enough this, what happened next had to be seen, and heard, to be believed.\n\nAfter giving Garrett a few minutes to hop, skip and rub, his mom called Garrett to her. He all but ran and stood in front of her, only he was so hyper active and full of motion that she grabbed his arm and brought Garrett to her, until he was all but standing between her knees. It looked like, to me, as if I hadn’t been there she would have sat him on her knee while talking to him. Like some do a really small little kid after a spanking! Just an embarrassing sight to witness. If not as embarrassing as their talk.\n\nHis mom first started with all the usual parent type stuff. How she hoped he had learned his lesson, etc, which is, I guess, what parents do. What was so chilling to hear was how little Garrett sounded. So pitiful and small and humble. A fact that was underscored with these horrific little peeps of, \"Yes mommie.\" and \"No mommie.\" Mommies that kept flying out of his mouth until he caught my eye, and my unbelieving look. Slowly the comprehension of what he was saying, at least in front of me, hit Garrett and he dropped his head to his chest in shame. As he well should of!\n\nGarrett’s mom still wasn’t done. After she had heard all of his mommies and ma’ams, she then told Garrett to look her in the eye. Only when he did so did she again speak, asking him, \"Garrett, what happens after we are spanked?\"\n\nTalk about a drawn out, \"Mommmmm!\" that was Garrett. All that got him was a fresh hand slap on his ass. An ass spank that threw his dick straight out, leaving me wolfing a grin so huge it hurt. For a moment there it was like the dude had sprung a woody and was showing it off. Or as if his dick was like a yo-yo on a string that has suddenly been let all the way out. Anyway I describe it at that moment both me and his mom knew exactly how large Garrett got when all excited. I think Garrett could read our minds, at least mine, because all of a sudden he threw his arms under his pits and hugged himself for a moment.\n\nTurning Garrett until he was facing me his mom intoned, sounding real stern like, \"Garrett. Tell Matt what happens to little boys in this house after they are spanked!\"\n\nGarrett looked like he had swallowed a basketball, that’s how big his Adams apple grew as he choked out this hoarse, \"Spanked.....spanked little boys..... are little boys who need time in the corner.\"\n\nMy scornful, if accidental, \"No doubt!\" must have had some kind of tone to it. It seemed to weaken Garrett at the knees and bring back that half smile to his mom’s lips.\n\nA smile that seemed to be relaxing her as she quietly told us, well more me I guess, how time in the corner does wonders for a boy’s attitude. Talking out loud as she went on to explain how, \"No. Garrett is not spanked weekly. Amazing how quickly just baring this boy and putting him in the corner changes his tune.\" Then, as if in after thought added, \"Now that seems to happen weekly. Doesn’t it Garrett?\" Scarlet Garrett sure was, but agreed he sure did. Needless to say when his mom told Garrett to get in the corner he all but ran there. Of course the last fleeting look Garrett took at me, my bright eyes and the dumb grin that was plastered all over my face, that probably sped him up. Now standing, his mom told me she expected me to stay, promising me that if Garrett stood still and kept his mouth shut she would let him out of the corner early. He would only have to stay in the corner for thirty minutes, instead of his usual hour. Whoa. And his mom acted like she was really doing him a favor. Now sitting by myself, watching Garrett’s bare ass bouncing up and down as he stood, more or less, in the corner, this is what I knew for sure.......That from this day forward I would never again look at Garrett without seeing him all naked, and over his mommies knee, being spanked to tears.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Garrett and myself have known each other since we met in the second grade and by all rights should be like best friends or something, only we aren’t, not at all. We are both jocks and love sports and are the stars of our teams but there is a competition between us that you can all but taste, even if it is unspoken, that has made us all but mortal enemies. I guess a great example would be our roles on the soccer team. I mean Garrett scored the winning goal, but so what, any fool can kick a ball, why look at Jake Peterson for example, the dude who scored our other goal. I mean as everyone knows the games are truly won or lost on the play of your goalie. And that would be me. We are also in our last year of middle school, meaning we are 14 and in the 8th grade, and while I may dislike Garrett I never thought he was dumb, much less a fool. Well, until today that is.
I walked over to Garrett’s house this afternoon cause I had to. See, Mrs. Strivers, that would be our humanities teacher, assigned us partners on this stupid project and unfortunately I got stuck with Garrett and since it was raining today I figured this might be the perfect time to start working on our project. Anyway I get there and Garrett and his mom are in the middle of this big old fight. Was weird, his mom answers the door and sweetly tells me to come on in, then once I am in she turns her back on me like I didn’t exist, yelling at Garrett to get his ass back in this room, now! And her tone and the way she was yelling, was scary. Like she was this close to being whacked out of her mind.
Garrett comes back into the room and you can tell he is totally surprised to see me, wasn’t like I had called first, and he has this really strange look on his face, like he is half scared and half confused. Then, and I am guessing because I was there, he gets this hard and sorta ugly look on his face. Like it is here and now that he is going to make his stand and show me who the man is. So Garrett keeps on arguing and fighting with his mom. It seems that Garrett had been told to, get this, clean his room. I mean no big thing, we all hate doing that, but what kind of idiot tells his mom he has cleaned his room up when all she has to do is open the door to find out that not only have you lied, but that you have lied to her face.
Now that is just dumb, but not nearly as dumb as when Garrett gets all red faced and starts screaming at her, telling her to get off his case, etc., before ending this tirade with maybe the stupidest statement of all time when screaming at his mom to,
"Get the fuck out of my face, bitch!"
At that point I was embarrassed for us all. Garrett for actually saying that to his mom. His mom for being talked at like that, by her own son no less, and me, yes me, for having witnessed Garrett acting like such an ass. I mean that broke the code, talking to his mom like that.
I guess that wasn’t all that broke, like my dad has this saying, ’That was the straw that broke the camel’s back,’ and that fit by Garrett must have been the straw that broke what little restraint his mom had left. I never knew that a girl, or mom, or any female I guess, could look the way she did. She went all quiet yet there was this grim look on her face that was pure mean. It was like she had finally flipped and in doing so had become possessed. And this tone she used, very eerie, almost unearthly, when asking Garrett, "What did you just say to me?" caused both me and Garrett to take a step back.
Man, did Garrett look scared! He sounded scared too. As soon as his mom’s look registered his tone totally changed. Talk about nice and polite. Talk about begging for forgiveness! I have never heard so many "Mom’s", "Mama’s" and "Sorrys" in one sentence in my life. Was like he never stopped for breath, he was that worked up. When he finally did stop for breath it wasn’t his mom that he looked at, it was me, and there was this really contorted expression on his face that left me totally confused. As if he was more scared of me than his mom. Now I admit I am no brain but neither am I dumb, still I bet it took a good minute before his mom’s next words sunk into my thick skull. In this voice that was as much as harsh whisper as the spoken word she spat out,
"It seems to me that one young man has just gotten to big for his britches!" Then glared at him like a demonic demon, as if daring him to say jack. Garrett just stood there, planted in place and shaking. As for me, once the drift of his mom’s words sunk in I kind of snorted, all nervous like. Not that I could help it, I mean come on, it’s the twenty first century, who knew anyone was still spanked. Much less Garrett!
I thought I had seen every shade of red possible, but never have I seen a red that came close to matching the color that Garrett’s face was turning. It seemed that so much blood was flowing to his face that he couldn’t think, talk or react. If I had been Garrett I would have run. Run outside to give my mom time to chill, or at least into my room for some privacy. He just stood there as his mom walked towards him and grabbed him by the ear. Only then did he start to come out of his trance as in this tiny voice he moaned,
"Mom? Please!" When that didn’t work he cried out, real loud like, "Mom! No! Matthew is here!"
His mom’s retort was as quick as it was biting, "That didn’t seem to matter to you when you were talking to me like I was street trash. Now did it?" Garrett didn’t have an answer for that.
Garrett looked like he was in pain, and considering how hard his mom was twisting his ear it is no wonder that he was wincing. It also helped explain why he was half bouncing to keep up with her walk. I was more in shock than anything I think. I wasn’t laughing, at least out loud, but neither was I all upset or freaked out. Is kind of like watching a dude who crashes when blading down a steep hill. Your first reaction is to point and laugh, it is funny to watch even though you know he’s in pain. That same look was plastered all over my face. That same grin, only minus the words and pointing. Or at least until Garrett caught my eye and gave me this deer in the headlights look, with lips so puckered it was like he had just been forced to swallow Castor oil. That and he kept throwing his hand out, finger pointed towards the door, like ordering me to leave. I just pointed back at him, and laughed, silently.
The moment his mom sat down in a chair though my mood changed, maybe as dramatically as Garrett’s did. His mom, without warning, reached out and started to unbutton Garrett’s pants. I think at that moment, my eyes crossed. I know my mouth fell open. Talk about being stunned, that was me. What amazed me most though was the fact that Garrett was staying in place. The dude was just standing there, looking as sheepish as some chick who has been struck dumb by the love bug. Slowly, very slowly, the realization came to me that this had happened before. Lots of times before. And recently as well. Garrett might be standing in place, that didn’t mean he was standing still, as he was sorts of small twitches and jerks. That and he was saying all kinds of stuff to his mom in this weak voice, however I was too enthralled visually at that moment to have a clue as to what he was saying. Even so, even with all this foreshadowing, I still think I stopped breathing for a moment. The moment when, and without warning, just as Garrett’s last button was undone, his mom just reached inside his shorts and started to pull down. Not only was Garrett so ashamed that he started to turn all sorts of colors, but he lifted up on his tippy toes. If that wasn’t bad enough the fact that his mom was sitting down, and Garrett standing up, meant when she was pulling down and his stuff came free, her face was so close to Garrett that he had to be able to feel the warmth of her breath on his stuff. No wonder he was shuddering so hard! His mom was so matter of fact about pulling his pants down that Garrett never bothered to protest, although maybe it can be said that I did so for him as I gasped out loud. Garrett cringed at my gasp and tried to hide his face. His mom just looked, well, satisfied. I also think his mom couldn’t care less that I was there, as if in her mind she had decided that if Garrett wanted to act like a jerk in front of company, he could get punished in front of company. That was cool by me. All I know for sure is that I was staring. Hard. And who wouldn’t. There stood Garrett, his shorts and pants at his knees, his stuff hanging out. His manhood on display for us to inspect. Which for the briefest of moments even his mom did. That is simply human nature I guess, even for a parent. But your own mom? Damn!
Garrett’s stuff isn’t anything out of the ordinary, even so there is a reason we guys refer to our stuff as our private parts, because they are private, so I am not sure what was embarrassing Garrett more, the fact I was staring so hard, or the fact it was his mom who was, in effect, showing him off too me. What I know is that Garrett has a full bush with a really nicely formed dick, if of average length. Garrett’s mom also couldn’t have cared less about his reaction to my being a witness, what with the way he was buckling and unbuckling at the knees and acting all jumpy and looking at me so sadly, when he found the strength to look up. What was fascinating, to me anyway, was the fact that Garrett never once went to cover himself, as human nature, a guys anyway, simply demands that you throw hands down in front. No way any dude has that kind of inner strength. Only thing that this can mean is that this, that Garrett getting spanked, happens a lot. No wonder my grin was so wide it was hurting.
If I had any doubts that his mom was enjoying Garrett’s obvious distress that went flying out the window the moment she started to speak. The first thing she said was to Garrett was this cross,
"Garrett, stand still. What are you acting all shy about anyway boy? Isn’t like I don’t see you almost weekly anyway!" Not sure if Garrett actually turned a fresh color, but he sure was a new kind of embarrassed at his mom being so blunt. His mom then went on to scold him, like he was some little kid or something. Telling him all the usual, you will not talk to me like that, etc. What was so cool though was the next part of her lecture, when asking Garrett,
"Young man, what happens to boys in this house who get to big for their britches?"
Garrett’s voice was cracking, going up and then down and he shyly whispered, "They have to take them off." Then there was this giant pause, but just before Garrett’s mom could speak he rushed out, "And then they get a spanking." as if his mom had to answer for him it would be a bad thing, for him anyway.
His mom just gave him this look, then said, real calm like, "So, what are you waiting for?" This just blew me away. Totally. With this little hiccup of protest Garrett look at me, then his mom, all the time blowing through his nose as if holding a snot sniffle in, then with shoulders seemed to slump inward, as if he was growing smaller, Garrett bent over and stared to take his pants off. Forget my grin, by the time Garrett was done his pants off, slowly lifting one leg up, then the other, like a stork checking the temperature of the water, I was, however softly, chortling out loud. I couldn’t help it, it was just some nervous reaction that I couldn’t hold in. No wonder then that Garrett kept losing his balance. All his mom did was smile at me, as to say, it’s ok, I understand.
All his mom’s look did was make me want to laugh harder. She didn’t have a clue, or at least I hope she didn’t. See, for some strange reason, I think it was his bouncing and the way his dick was slowly swaying, I was suddenly visualizing Garrett’s nightly playtime under the covers. You know, when he is being a nasty boy, and for some reason that visual was making me laugh, and my soft snorts of laughter were making Garrett move around like some Mexican Jumping Bean. It became a circle, the more I fought to control my laughter, the more distressed Garrett became. The more distressed he became, the funnier it was to watch, therefore the harder it became to hold my laughter in. By the time Garrett got his shirt off, another huge surprise, the dude is spanked all naked, I had my laughter under control. Garrett looked defeated, my chortles must have felt like little barbs of wire cutting him, but that didn’t stop me from frankly examining him. The dude is sweet looking. Just ask all the girls who coo at him if you don’t believe me. Nice body too. I am not so sure if I inspected Garrett as much as I dissected him, piece by piece. A slow, all but loving inspection that didn’t end until my tongue was running over my lips, wetting them to a glossy shine. An inspection that ended when I looked at his ankles and wondered, ’Hey. Is that dirt down there, or is he getting his first leg hairs.’ All I know is that by the time I was done, Garrett sure was antsy. Garrett’s mom didn’t say anything for the longest moment, she just let him stand there in all his naked glory, shaking and sweating. That in and of itself has to be a harsh punishment but that didn’t get a single new reaction out of Garrett. His mom standing up and walking briskly towards the desk, that did get a rise out of Garrett.
His swift and childish intoned plea of, "Mom....please?" broke the silence.
His mom just opened the desk and replied with a simple, "Don’t be silly Garrett. You are too old for me to spank with my hand." then pulls out this small paddle. My eyes grew as big as Garrett’s I think. Just his were in fear. Mine in delight.
His mom caught the look in my eye and as she sat back down she seemed to go inside herself, as if thinking real hard, then glared at Garrett for this real long moment before suddenly, and without warning, breaking into this big smile. Pointing to the chair next to her she kindly asked, "Matt, you haven’t ever seen a paddle before, have you?"
I didn’t speak as much as I stammered, "Err, no ma’am."
I guess my sudden shyness tickled her because the next thing I knew she was asking me, "Well, you want to see one for yourself?" You know I didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing the chair I pulled it up next to her, until we were so close we were all but touching, leaving Garrett less than an arm’s length away from me. His mom was now explaining to me that all the boys, once big enough, have their own paddle, and here’s Garrett’s. Want to see it? Like hell yeah! It was light, much lighter than I expected, and smaller too. Has a small handle, then a spanking part that can’t be but a foot long, or less. The funny part though is the stuff on the paddle. That’s the stuff that made me leer. On one side is the name Garrett, like it was burnt into the paddle with one of those wood burning sets some kids get for their birthday. On the other side is a picture of some dude, sans clothing, looking at his bare ass, an ass that was painted red, with this big tear on his face.
I swallowed hard, I didn’t want to start laughing again, then choked out, "Dude? Did you carve your name on here?" Garrett looked liked some purple alien, that is how ashamed he was when nodding yes. Then a light bulb went off in my head and with a slow, dramatic tease of a build up I flipped the paddle back over and looked at the picture again, inch by inch, before all but hooting out, "Dude! This is you!" I just had to snicker at Garrett’s horrified reaction.
Even as all of this is occurring, I can all but feel the smoothness of Garrett’s skin and the silkiness of the fine dark hairs that surround his dick and yes, those are his first leg hairs, all three of them. At this range, all of this is obvious. I find myself watching how nervous his hands are. Yet they stay behind his back. So wild that his mom, of all people, has Garrett trained this well. Man, is it ever obvious Garrett wants to throw his hands down in front and cover himself, or what. Wilder yet is the fact that he is more embarrassed at me seeing all naked than his own mom. Then, for a moment, it was like me and Garrett could read each others minds, both knowing that before his mother’s new lecture is finished I will have imprinted the imagine of his dick, and his shame, in my mind for all eternity. As I am sure by now his own mother has as well. Many times. Garrett is acutely aware of both of these facts. Even as his mom lectures, even as Garrett stares at the floor, I am aware that he is aware of where we are both staring, of what we are staring at. No wonder Garrett is shuddering again. Hard.
Garrett might have cringed and cried out but he never whimpered, that is until his mom patted her knee and in this sing-song voice said, "Ok little man. Time to go over my knee." Something in the lilt of her voice, as if she were speaking to a sleepy six year old, and my dick started to get hard. Garrett caught me crossing my legs just then and the look he gave me as I mouthed, "Time to go over your mommies knee." was not one of fear, or even hate, but of humility in it’s rawest form. And talk about humility, there is nothing I can think of in this whole wide world that is as shaming to a dude as putting his bare ass over his mom’s knee. Unless it is doing so with the knowledge you are about to be spanked. Only thing that could possibly make matters worse is if your enemy was watching from mere inches away, with a giant leer plastered all over his face.
The way Garrett slowly lowered himself over his mom’s knee was a sight to behold. To begin with, his face looked liked it was broken into pieces. Part fear, part shame, and another part from emotions so deep inside that they have no names. It was also very awkward for him. He was trying not to look at me, yet the angle of my chair was such that to go over his mom’s knee he had no choice but to look straight at me. Add to this that Garrett is 5’6" or so, his mom’s height, and it made for what sure looked to be an uncomfortable fit. Garrett first held onto his mom’s arm, then placed his hand out and grabbed the chair’s seat, then with that hand, his right, lowered himself over his mom’s lap. Only when he was centered over his mom’s lap did he let loose of the chair and let his head fall down. Falling down so low that he had be able to see those hidden specks of dust that are in even the cleanest carpet. Was ’cute’ watching Garrett once he was over his mom’s lap. I mean he was just like a squiggling baby as he moved here and there, trying to find a position that suited him. I found myself wondering if he realized just how childish this made him seem. Then lost that though as I noticed just how high into the air this position was pushing his ass. Garrett has a small bubble to his ass to begin with, so once in this position his ass looked liked two plump, squeezable marshmallows laying side by side. And while he wasn’t talking, as in words, he was making these small little sounds, like a very small child smacking his lips together. All in all, he made a very ’cute’ sight. No wonder his mom still spanks him!
I wasn’t ready, like his mom cared, nor was I given a clue. I was expecting his mom to start swinging with Garrett’s paddle when it was time for his spanking to start. She didn’t. Instead she just gave him a single hard hand smack, then stopped to briefly talk to him for a moment. Her voice was dark and it sounded mean, even to me. And if not mean then there sure was this strong tone as she told Garrett, "You will not talk to me like that boy!" Then smacked his other cheek, hard, and continued her talk. She did this for a few minutes, at least. Slowly, harshly commenting to Garrett, then accenting her comments by swatting his ass with all her might. I was also finding that my mind was trying to wander. I mean all these fun and games had amped me up and I had just too much pent up energy to sit still, at least for the moment, as without noticing it I had stood up and found myself walking beside them.
Walking, more like pacing, seemed to help. I wasn’t nearly as amped out as a moment ago. Maybe because I had gotten distracted. I had taken up a place right behind Garrett and was getting lost in his ass. No. Not that way. It was the way his ass was showing off the hand prints left by his mom. Bright red splotches that looked exactly like the kind of prints some kindergartener brings home to give to his mommy! Better yet was the way his ass would sway back and forth after each swat by his mom. Was like looking at some flesh colored jello gone mad. These smacks must of hurt as Garrett was sure saying some heartfelt, "Yes ma’ams" and "No ma’ams" to his mom’s questions. On the last couple of smacks, the hardest smacks by far, he let out with this girlish, high pitched squeal. For some reason that sound brought a grin back to my face, and my nerves seemed to calm down on the spot. Taking one last look at the pink glow that was now Garrett’s ass, I went to sit back down.
Don’t know if it was timing, or if my sitting back down was Garrett’s mom’s cue, regardless it was at that moment she decided to pick up the paddle. Garrett must have sensed that somehow, as at that moment he forgot whatever pride he may have had left and lifted his head up and then back and in this really stringy voice started talking a mile a minute. I mean the dude was speed talking. I could barely make all the words he was talking so fast. It was obvious the dude was begging, shamelessly, but the words that caught my ear, the words that literally left my mouth hanging open were spoken at the end when Garrett just lets out with this peal of, "Mommiee....please?" I mean just who in their right mind call their mom, mommy. Much less at 14!
I was smirking when his mom raised the paddle back. Just as I was still smirking when Garrett threw his head back down, with a shrill moan, but not before he caught the smirk plastered all over my face. My smirk changed, however, the moment the paddle landed. I mean now that is a sound. Loud for sure, but there is this pop when it lands that makes a guy jump. Or it sure did me. Garrett let out with this muted, "Oww." and I just grinned. I mean like come on, one smack and he is going "Oww." Get real. As for his mom, her mood had gotten worse, or so it seemed. Unlike when using her hand there was no talking, nor was there any spacing in between the blows. It was like rat-a-tat-tat with the paddle. I sure was impressed with her hand speed and found myself thinking this is who Garrett gets his athletic ability from. Funny thing about that paddle of Garrett’s. No single swing created any huge sound. I mean don’t get me wrong, there was a pop to each blow, but that was all. Yet somehow all the swats together, maybe cause they were landing so fast, were creating this cascade effect of noise. It was like the end of one sound was just finishing as the pop of the paddle landed, and the two sounds reverberated together making for yet a new, third sound. All of that and the natural echoing that occurs in a room with four walls, and you get a lot of noise building up. What else I noticed was that Garrett was moving in time with the noise. The louder the room got, the more it seemed Garrett was starting to move. Like he was a dancer feeling the beat.
At first all Garrett did was say, "Ow."..."Ow." which sounded so childish, if not downright fake, but as his mom landed more and more strokes Garrett, oddly enough, went quiet. He was no longer making a sound which allowed me to concentrate solely on his actions. The dude was starting to sway, which I got to admit was fascinating to watch. There was something about the way the Garrett was wiggling, yes wiggling to and fro across him mom’s lap that just screamed ’little boy’! What else I had noticed was that Garrett had his legs crossed at his ankles. As if he was going to keep his legs locked together come hell or high water. I laughed under my breath at that, even as I held back my sarcastic, "Like dude! Who cares about your hole?" Still, just the fact that Garrett cared that much told me that if the dude started to spread, I was standing up again and catching me a good long look.
Just after I had taken in the fact that Garrett had his legs crossed, him mom slowed down her rhythm. A lot. And remember what I was saying about the paddle landing sounding like nothing more that a pop, well that sure changed. All of a sudden she was lifting the paddle back real slow like, then with all her might landing it on the middle of Garrett’s sweet spot. That made this huge crack of a sound and all it took was one more stroke on the other cheek and Garrett was starting to talk, and talk some more. I mean the dude was going a mile-a-minute again, pleading, "Mom....Please!"......"I have learned my lesson....I swear!" Not only that but his hands which had been holding onto the side rails of the chair, were now flopping around like he was Italian or something. His mom didn’t say a word, in fact I doubt given the zone she was in she even heard a word he was saying. She just landed another massive stroke, again on his sweet spot.
Another slow stroke or two and Garrett was becoming a lot of action. Garrett’s head was now bobbing up and then down, and when up, I got to look right at him and see how his jaws were clinched together, except for when his mouth was wide open, screaming for forgiveness. And damn, but can that dude beg! His eyes it seemed were going in and out of focus. I mean one time I would look him straight in the eye, and him back at me, and this look of utter despair would fly across his face. Next time I would catch his eye, they looked all but glazed. Then his mom let go with two terrific wallops, killers, and man did Garrett ever buck. Buck and let go with this piercing scream that all but hurt my ears. Right after that scream, you could hear him start to choke up. All of his begging now sounded thick, and wet.
A couple of more fierce strokes and Garrett’s hands, hands that had been waving, well suddenly his right one went flying back to try and cover his ass, only his mom just grabbed it and pinned it against his back. With ease too. So there lay Garret, now wetly screaming and begging like he was ready to cry, his left arm flopping here and there, his right arm pinned back, bucking up and down like he was on an out of control merry-go-round, when I noticed what I had been waiting for, his legs has come uncrossed. I guess without his arms to wave all that pain of his had to be released somewhere, so his legs were kicking. And spreading! Grinning, I stood up again, only this time I was faking my pacing. Faking it until I had the angle I needed.
Wasn’t hard to find that angle, the truth be known. All I had to do was kind of stand to the side of his mom, acting all nervous like as a cover, and I could see everything. Garrett’s legs were kicking like scissors and spreading him like warm butter, especially after his mom would land one of her killer blows. Now I don’t know why this bothered him so much, unless to Garrett his backside was even more personal and private then his stuff. Which, when you think about, is just plain weird. Still, just the fact that it bothered him this much made looking fair game. In Garrett’s case his hole is all pick and real tight looking. I couldn’t even tell there was an opening there until all of a sudden he would spread his legs so wide it was like the dude was winking at me. Kind of a nasty visual, in a fun way, that spread of his.
To make matters worse, for Garrett anyway, was the fact he knew I was now behind him. With the understanding of what I was examining. Which got him just that much more worked up, upset. Not that he could do anything about it. I knew he was getting all freaky by the way he was thrashing around and trying so hard to talk, only by now everything he was trying to say was coming all out all jumbled and made no sense to anyone except maybe him, and me. Sudden and loud bleats of anguish followed by these piercingly high wails. All accented by faint hints of syllables, of sound that wanted to be words. Garrett was also lifting his back straight up, then yanking his head around and with these big, watery eyes, was moving his mouth as fast as he could, as if trying to yell at me to get away, that or begging his mom to stop. I suspect it was both. Garrett’s mom did seem to notice all of his carrying on, only instead of stopping, she sped up her spanks. I was in awe. I have never seen a hand move that fast in my life. Was a blur. And the sound was becoming so loud I found myself wondering if I yelled out if anyone would hear, much less notice. That is how loud the sounds of the paddle were. That is how loud Garrett was screaming. Screaming at the top of his lungs. Then as quick as a snap of your fingers, that sound changed. At first I thought he had gone quiet again, and was way impressed, before I heard this small croak. Then, underneath the harsh cracks of the paddle, I made out the first soft sounds of crying.
The dude was crying so softly that at first it barely registered. That didn’t last long though. Another burst from his mom and Garrett was letting it all out. Until today I had assumed that crying was always a softer sound then that of screaming. Maybe in volume it is, but in terms of getting and holding your attention there is no comparison. Garrett’s crying went in stages. As I said his first cries were soft, even gentle in sound, and to my way of thinking his mom had to be some kind of pissed off not to react to them. His next cries were all sorts of chokes and hiccups, only these ragged gasps of breath separating his loud, wet cries. Soon after that, Garrett just opened his mouth and let it all out. Was one long wail that went up and down in pitch, but never broke. His mom was finally slowing down, even so, as she slowed down, the strokes became harder again. Garrett sure acted like he was in some serious pain. Not only was there not a break in his crying, his body was slumping towards the floor so much that his mom had to grab him and bring his ass back up to her. It was at this point that I noticed how hard Garrett was shaking his head, as fast and as furious as a wet dog trying to get dry. One last flurry of strokes and his mom put the paddle down, and like that, Garrett’s spanking was over. Garrett was a mess. Even though his mom was no longer spanking him he was crying and sobbing and jumping all over her lap. Then he startled me by suddenly banging his fists against the floor. It was a slow process, Garrett getting himself together. Even as his crying softened I noticed him using his mom’s leg like I would use a tissue. All but rubbing his face against it, as if to wipe his tears away. Had to grin though. I knew, even before his mom did, when he was really starting to regain control. That would have been when I saw him crossing his legs at his ankles, securing his secret spot.
Control is a very subjective term. Even though Garrett was still crying and swaying across her lap his mom decided it was time for Garrett to get up, and stand up. Even after she had told Garrett to get up, she had to help him to his feet. That is when the next show started. Garrett was on his feet, skipping like some girl jumping rope, and his eyes were huge and all full of water. His face was no longer just red, but almost purple with shame. And his stuff was flopping all over the place. What was so ’cute’ though was the way Garrett kept looking down at his flopping stuff, then blushing, then getting all waily again, even as his hands were busy rubbing his ass.
Garrett was skipping around so much that he ended up turning backwards and flashing us his ass, and while I admit it sure was red, I was, well, disappointed. I mean we have all fallen and cut our skin and left bruises that turned all sorts of greens, not just reds, not to mention left deep muscles aches that made just walking feel this close to impossible... and held back our tears. To be carrying on this much for just some redness, no matter how bright, seemed, well, wimpy! I couldn’t believe that I had ever thought I needed to compete with someone who was such a wuss. Bad enough this, what happened next had to be seen, and heard, to be believed.
After giving Garrett a few minutes to hop, skip and rub, his mom called Garrett to her. He all but ran and stood in front of her, only he was so hyper active and full of motion that she grabbed his arm and brought Garrett to her, until he was all but standing between her knees. It looked like, to me, as if I hadn’t been there she would have sat him on her knee while talking to him. Like some do a really small little kid after a spanking! Just an embarrassing sight to witness. If not as embarrassing as their talk.
His mom first started with all the usual parent type stuff. How she hoped he had learned his lesson, etc, which is, I guess, what parents do. What was so chilling to hear was how little Garrett sounded. So pitiful and small and humble. A fact that was underscored with these horrific little peeps of, "Yes mommie." and "No mommie." Mommies that kept flying out of his mouth until he caught my eye, and my unbelieving look. Slowly the comprehension of what he was saying, at least in front of me, hit Garrett and he dropped his head to his chest in shame. As he well should of!
Garrett’s mom still wasn’t done. After she had heard all of his mommies and ma’ams, she then told Garrett to look her in the eye. Only when he did so did she again speak, asking him, "Garrett, what happens after we are spanked?"
Talk about a drawn out, "Mommmmm!" that was Garrett. All that got him was a fresh hand slap on his ass. An ass spank that threw his dick straight out, leaving me wolfing a grin so huge it hurt. For a moment there it was like the dude had sprung a woody and was showing it off. Or as if his dick was like a yo-yo on a string that has suddenly been let all the way out. Anyway I describe it at that moment both me and his mom knew exactly how large Garrett got when all excited. I think Garrett could read our minds, at least mine, because all of a sudden he threw his arms under his pits and hugged himself for a moment.
Turning Garrett until he was facing me his mom intoned, sounding real stern like, "Garrett. Tell Matt what happens to little boys in this house after they are spanked!"
Garrett looked like he had swallowed a basketball, that’s how big his Adams apple grew as he choked out this hoarse, "Spanked.....spanked little boys..... are little boys who need time in the corner."
My scornful, if accidental, "No doubt!" must have had some kind of tone to it. It seemed to weaken Garrett at the knees and bring back that half smile to his mom’s lips.
A smile that seemed to be relaxing her as she quietly told us, well more me I guess, how time in the corner does wonders for a boy’s attitude. Talking out loud as she went on to explain how, "No. Garrett is not spanked weekly. Amazing how quickly just baring this boy and putting him in the corner changes his tune." Then, as if in after thought added, "Now that seems to happen weekly. Doesn’t it Garrett?" Scarlet Garrett sure was, but agreed he sure did. Needless to say when his mom told Garrett to get in the corner he all but ran there. Of course the last fleeting look Garrett took at me, my bright eyes and the dumb grin that was plastered all over my face, that probably sped him up. Now standing, his mom told me she expected me to stay, promising me that if Garrett stood still and kept his mouth shut she would let him out of the corner early. He would only have to stay in the corner for thirty minutes, instead of his usual hour. Whoa. And his mom acted like she was really doing him a favor. Now sitting by myself, watching Garrett’s bare ass bouncing up and down as he stood, more or less, in the corner, this is what I knew for sure.......That from this day forward I would never again look at Garrett without seeing him all naked, and over his mommies knee, being spanked to tears.","pools_count":0,"title":"Garrett Got Spanked By His Mommy Today","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/jpeg","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"1","rating_name":"Mature","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"2","name":"Nudity","description":"Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)","rating_id":"1"},{"content_tag_id":"3","name":"Violence","description":"Mild violence","rating_id":"1"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"2","views":"96"}