77 Back in the Corner
Well, here I am, back in the corner. It's a position I know well though I can't
seem to ever get used to it. My nose is pushed as far into the living room
corner as it can go. My bottom, bare of course, is slowly cooling off from
the burning, embarrassing, childish spanking its just received. I'll be here for
a few minutes with nothing but my hot bottom and my thoughts to occupy
me.
You would think I'd be used to it by now. After all, I've been spanked since
I was a boy. I'm sure I was a handful and I no doubt deserved most of the
punishments I received. Dad used to spank me but he left my mom and me
when I was only 7.
Punishments stopped for a while but I turned into something of a terror and
it wasn't long before Mom took up where Dad left off. At least once a week
it seemed I was being pulled over Mom's lap for an "attitude adjustment".
The routine was always the same. Mom would pull down my pants and
underwear in one good, long yank then bend me over her lap. Once I was in
the desired position Mom would make sure I knew why I was being
punished then apply her firm hand until my bottom was red and hot and
usually until I was in tears. Then I shuffled off to the living room corner, my
pants still around my ankles to "think about it".
The pattern was the same time after time until I turned 15. Then everything
changed. Forever.
I guess as with any boy who's been spanked through puberty, my bare
bottomed spankings got more and more embarrassing. I certainly worked
harder to avoid them but still every 2 to 3 weeks I found myself baring,
however briefly, my growing and suddenly hairy genitalia on the way to
bending over my mom's lap. Worse, more often than not, I would be
sporting a raging hardon in plain view of my own mother. No amount of
pleading would have Mom stop baring my bottom. She felt that the
embarrassment was at least as important to the punishment as the application
of her hand.
When I was around 15, the Hendersons next door moved away and Miss
Balsam moved in. Miss Balsam was a very attractive woman close to my
mom's age and lived alone. She and Mom soon became the best of friends.
Miss Balsam was always over at our place or Mom was over there. They
seemed inseparable. It's funny though, after a while Mom's attitude toward
Miss Balsam changed. She seemed overly polite and I don't think I ever
heard her contradict Miss Balsam. It was always "Yes Katherine" or "Of
course Katherine".
Anyway, with all the comings and goings of Miss Balsam and my mom, the
inevitable finally happened. I remember it was summertime and Miss
Balsam and Mom were perched on stools in the kitchen sipping at some
lemonade. I don't remember exactly what I said as I went through the
kitchen but it was certainly not nice and as Mom reacted I know my reply
contained a swear word or two. In retrospect it wasn't very smart.
A heartbeat later Mom had a firm grasp of my ear and was tugging me
towards a kitchen chair. My eyes sprung wide open in horror as I realized
she meant to spank me right in front of Miss Balsam! My panic struck cry of
"Mom!" went completely unheeded as Mom dragged my shorts and
underwear to my knees in one pull. My traitorous cock was, of course, rock
hard and I quickly moved my hands in a vain attempt to cover it.
The spanking was the same as always except that for the first time my
embarrassing punishment was in full view of a non-family member and,
worse, an attractive female non-family member.
When Mom finished tanning my behind and finally let me up, Miss Balsam
got a full view of what I'd been trying to hide as I shuffled off to the corner
rubbing my bottom. I think I remember every second of the fifteen minutes I
spent there, my red naked bottom on display to both women.
Mom and Miss Balsam picked up their conversation as though nothing had
happened although the conversation now turned to corporal discipline.
"I'm happy to see you take him in hand Mary," said Miss Balsam.
"Goodness knows, boys of all ages need firm guidance."
"I guess so," said my Mom.
"Of course so!" said Miss Balsam. "Why, if you ever feel you can't keep up,
I'd be pleased to lend a hand."
"Do you hear that Michael?" asked my mom. "If you give me any more
trouble I'll have Miss Balsam adjust your attitude for you."
The threat must have proved salutary because for almost three weeks I kept
my nose out trouble and out of the corner.
My mom, it seemed, was spending more and more time next door. She was
so deferential to Miss Balsam that sometimes she seemed like a kid herself.
I did pretty well for about three weeks before my mouth finally ran out of
control again. This time it was over homework and I told Mom what I
though she should do with her suggestions of finishing it early. It was one of
those moments when I wished I could have reached out and grabbed the
words to cram them back into my mouth but it was too late.
Mom got real quiet and her eyes narrowed.
"All right Michael, you want to continue to test me? Well you're going to
learn that your actions carry consequences. Come with me."
With a firm grip on my wrist, Mom led me right out the front door and
toward Miss Balsam's despite my increasingly frantic protests.
When I went to pull back, Mom stared me down with a steely gaze.
"Michael, if I don't get your immediate obedience, I swear to God I'll spank
you right here on the front porch!"
I believed her. Sniffling, I followed her over to the house next door. I
figured I was in for a repeat of my last punishment. I wasn't exactly right.
Mom walked straight in without knocking. I mean, she practically lived
there anyway.
Calling for Miss Balsam, she pulled me to the corner of the living room.
With a sharp tug my shorts and underwear were down around my ankles and
a short push at my back was enough to propel me to the corner of another
woman's home.
Though I silently begged it not to happen, my cock reacted to these
circumstances by rising up to achingly hard attention.
Miss Balsam was now in the room too and she and my mom retreated to the
kitchen where they began speaking in tones just below my ability to hear. In
a few short minutes they were heading back into the room to announce my
fate.
My mom came up right behind me. "Well Michael," she said softly. "You're
going to get your wish. Miss Balsam will take care of today's attitude
adjustment."
"Mom!" I implored.
"Mom nothing!" she snapped. "You do exactly as you're told or so help me
your next spanking will be on the porch!"
"Off you go Mary," said Miss Balsam. "I'll send him back when we're
done."
"Yes, Katherine," said my mom and without further ado left me alone for
my first spanking with Miss Balsam.
The room was quiet for a minute or two. I could just feel Miss Balsam's
eyes on my bare bottom.
"All right young man," she started. "Punishments in my house are done my
way. The first thing that we don't do here is to give spankings to half-
dressed boys so get those clothes off right now."
"Everything?" I squeaked. This was worse than I had imagined.
"Everything and be quick about it!"
I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long before I was buck-naked and
back in the corner. Although it wasn't visible from behind, my cock was still
rock hard and my hands were covering it in front. Miss Balsam, of course,
noticed.
"Clasp those hands on your head," she instructed.
I had never felt so vulnerable.
I heard Miss Balsam leave the room and meander through different parts of
the house. The waiting only served to build the anticipation of what was to
come.
It was perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten when I heard her come back to
where I was waiting.
"All right young man, follow me."
I figured I'd be going to quickly get across Miss Balsam's lap but she was
already on the move through the kitchen and down the few stairs to the den
where she stopped and sat down in an easy chair.
My hands had naturally come back to covering my hardon and Miss Balsam
noticed as soon ash she turned around.
"Get those hands back on your head!" she barked.
I jumped as my hands seemed to fly back up of their own accord.
Miss Balsam looked me up and down, pausing at the sight of my bobbing
cock.
"Step closer," she said firmly and I shuffled forward until I was only inches
from her.
Miss Balsam reached out with her right hand that held, I now saw, a
hairbrush. Using the edge of the brush she pushed at the underside of my
cock then stroked the edge along the length of it from bottom toward the top.
I gasped at the sensation.
"So, I see your being punished arouses you," she said. "Well, perhaps we'll
deal with that later. All right, over my lap then."
Miss Balsam was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as I bent over, my hard
cock came directly into contact with her warm thighs.
"Lift up Michael," she said.
I lifted my hips as instructed and felt Miss Balsam's hand snake down to
firmly grasp my hard on. In one smooth motion, Miss Balsam's thighs
spread open. Her hand tugged downward, firmly pulling my hard organ
down with it. The thighs clamped together holding me in place by the end of
my now squeezed cock.
I felt one of Miss Balsam's hands on the small of my back, the other resting
on my clenched buttocks.
"Like your mother, I think we'll start with a hand spanking," she said.
The first smack came immediately and in a few moments my bottom was
hot and red as usual. The spanking didn't last long and seemed somewhat
less strict than what I was used to. Of course I didn't realize that this was
just the beginning.
The spanks stopped and I waited to be let up.
"You're not quite done yet, young man," I was told.
What else? I wondered.
I heard the sound of a jar opening then I smelled it as Miss Balsam put the
jar right under my nose.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked.
The smell was telltale. "Vics-vap-o-rub," I replied.
"Indeed it is," Miss Balsam chuckled. "Is your bottom warm?" she asked,
patting my behind.
"Yes," I said.
"Well it's about to be much warmer both inside and out. These pink
buttocks are still clenched. I find that a sign of rebellion and I won't have
you being rebellious with me. Now, point your toes and lay the tops of your
feet on the carpet."
I followed my instructions.
Suddenly I felt both of Miss Balsam's hands at my tender buttocks. To my
horror she spread them wide, wide apart fully stretching and exposing my
crinkled anus. I found I couldn't clench my buttocks at all to prevent the
humiliating exposure. To my surprise, the new position of my feet
effectively removed any ability I had to keep my bottom clenched.
Holding me spread with one hand, I then felt the tip of Miss Balsam's finger
at my most sensitive opening. She tickled me outside momentarily then slide
her long slippery finger deep into my body in one firm motion. She pulled it
out then pushed it all the way back in a slow twisting motion. The sensation
drove my hips down involuntarily pushing my cock deeper between her
thighs.
The finger withdrew leaving me feeling squishy behind. My body was
already a riot of conflicting sensations but Miss Balsam wasn't done with
me yet.
For a moment or two she just held me still then I felt the prickly feeling of
the bristle side of the hairbrush stroking my already sensitive bottom.
"Yes Michael, it's my brush and in a moment you're going to make its
acquaintance."
It was a another moment or two before I realized what we were waiting for
and I moaned as I did.
What had started as a squishy then tickling sensation deep in my rectum and
in the ring of my anus was now becoming uncomfortably warm. The Vics
which would have normally warmed my chest to treat a cold was having a
much more pronounced effect as a lubricant.
At the first sign of my involuntary squirming, Miss Balsam stopped stroking
me with the bristle side of the brush and turned it over to finish warming me
on the outside. The hairbrush spanking was fast and furious and almost
instantly had me in tears. I was quivering when a couple of minutes later it
stopped.
Miss Balsam held me, stroking my back and buttocks with her hand until my
crying settled down to sniffles.
"Your spanking is over Michael but when you're punished by me, some
embarrassment will go with the lesson to make sure you remember it."
At that I felt my hot buttocks spread again and a new touch at the hot circle
of my anus. I realized right away what it was as it pushed past my sphincter
muscle. The rounded handle of the hairbrush slid deep into me until I could
feel the bristles against my bottom.
"Back in the corner young man, and get those hands back onto your head."
With the brush stuck ridiculously from my behind and my cock still stuck
straight out in front, I shuffled forward to the designated corner to wait
another ten minutes with my bottom on fire outside and smoldering inside.
I had pretty much calmed down when I was told to turn around and
approach Miss Balsam again at her easy chair.
This time she was holding a ruler in her hand and for a moment I thought I
was to be spanked again.
Miss Balsam reached out with the ruler and tap lightly at my stiff cock. It
bobbed crazily at the sensation. My hands were still locked on top of my
head and I stared stupidly as the edge ruler now moved to scrape along the
bottom of my cock from top to bottom.
"Hmm, still aroused are you?" she chuckled. Very well, you may relieve
yourself."
My eyes were wide. Surely I couldn't have understood her properly.
"Go on, pull on it," I was told firmly.
I still couldn't believe it. Miss Balsam's eyes raised to mine. "Now," She
said.
In a daze I lowered my hand to my cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. It
didn't take long. I was so worked up that a few short strokes later my body
clenched up to start an orgasm. The hairbrush handle still buried deep in me
held firm against my spasming anus as I cried out and watched my cock
spurt over and over onto the hardwood floor.
Miss Balsam smiled at me. "You can clean that up in a moment. All right,
back over my lap."
Again, I put myself over her warm thighs wondering if I'd again be in for
more punishment. Almost immediately I felt Miss Balsam's touch on the
end of the brush still lodged deep in my bottom. It was twisted then teased in
and out for a few moments before being completely removed. I felt twinges
from my just-spent cock at the sensation. My bottom was still burning hot
inside and I was grateful for the next touch of Miss Balsam's fingers
covered in cold cream as she once again deeply lubricated me. This time the
cold cream had a soothing sensation. My cock rose harder at the sensation.
It was over quicker than I'd thought and with my cock once again hard, Miss
Balsam had me stand again. Without asking my hands went back to the top
of my head causing a small smile from my tormentor.
"Back in the corner for another few minutes Michael," she said.
Dutifully I shuffled back into the corner, my engorged member at attention
as I heard Miss Balsam leave the room.
My bottom was down to a dull, deep warmth when she re-entered the room
and had me dress and leave.
It was my first spanking by Miss Balsam but by no means my last. From
then on my mom would bring me over to Miss Balsam's on a regular basis.
Sometimes she'd stay and watch me be punished and teased, sometimes I'd
be left on my own. On a couple of occasions I'd find other women at Miss
Balsam's. To my intense embarrassment they would be permitted to view
my punishment in its entirety.
The routine varied from time to time but it always included me stripping
completely and always included my bottom ending up hot both inside and
out. You think I'd get used to the feel of that brush sticking out of my
bottom but I never did. It was always an erotic, scary experience. I did get
used to going into Miss Balsam's and immediately stripping completely and
going to the living room corner to stand with my hands on my head. It was
what was expected of me. I still remember the first time Miss Balsam's hand
touched my always-erect cock and assisted me to my completion.
There are a few moments that stand out firmly in my mind of punishments
that would come. The first is when I arrived to the living room to find a
young woman about my age in one of the corners. I was stunned. She was
completely naked and facing one of the corners. She was very attractive at
least from behind. Her bottom was red from what was obviously a recent
spanking and, just like me, she had the famous hairbrush sticking out from
her perfectly rounded bottom. So that's what it looks like I though to myself.
For a moment I froze, not knowing what to do. Then, I figured that obeying
my instructions was probably the best course. I quietly stripped and put
myself into the corner. Miss Balsam's entered a few moments later.
"Come here Sara," she said.
I listened as the young lady shuffled over. I heard Sara bending over Miss
Balsam's lap and heard her gasp then moan as she was teased and
manipulated much as I was. The cry of her orgasm must have been
embarrassing for her.
As I was called over to that same lap a few moments later, Sara was back in
the corner. She stayed there through my entire punishment, making it one of
the more embarrassing one of my life.
I saw Sara several times over the next year in that same position. I would
find out much more about her than I had ever counted on.
The other moment that stands out firmly in my mind was a glimpse only but
validated what I had expected for a long time. Miss Balsam had been over at
our house while I was at school. When I came home, she was just leaving
and smiled at me as I entered.
I went right up to my room to change into something more comfortable and
as I did so, I was stunned to catch sight of my mother in her bedroom. She
was standing, naked in the corner of her room, nose in the corner and, like
she had often seen me, with a hot and red bottom. Her own hairbrush was
clearly visible sticking from between her buttocks.
I stared, fascinated for a moment, but there was really nothing that I could
do. I went to my room and changed. When I came out, her door was closed.
We never spoke of the incident.
About a year after I first met Sara, I finally met her in a social setting. Miss
Balsam invited Mom and me over for supper. Sara was there and for the
longest while I couldn't look her in the eye. She turned out to be Miss
Balsam's niece. It turned out that my mom and Miss Balsam were working
on being matchmakers. They figured Sara and I would be a good match. I
didn't realize how right they were until Sara and my first date.
We ended up back at her place and before I knew exactly what I was getting
into, I found myself naked and standing in the corner of her room! She had
learned well from her aunt and then some. We've been together ever since.
Sara has her own style and expects me to perform for her once I've had my
attitude adjusted. She's taken great delight in trying all kinds of methods of
doing so. From time to time she even demonstrates for my mom and her
aunt. I find those moments the most embarrassing.
One thing that almost never changes and that it how I'm expected to wait for
her ministrations once my warm up spanking is complete. It's how I'm
waiting right now, in the corner with the long handle of her hairbrush buried
deep in my bottom. She says I'm in for a special treat tonight. I can hardly
wait.
