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It always seem hard trying to start anything like this so I suppose I better begin by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Alison Roberts I am a single mum with a 13 year old boy called Jason. I work part time in a local shop and have just had my 32nd birthday.
I haven’t had many relationships with men and to be honest I don’t really miss having a man around. We live in a nice house (bought by my parents) and even though I don’t earn much I am always ”borrowing” money from them so I lead a comfortable lifestyle.
Jason is doing very well at school and apart from him having a “best friend” I don’t really like I am very pleased how things are going. That is up to a few weeks ago when an old Aunt came to visit for the day. I hadn’t seen Aunt Elizabeth for over fifteen years and even the mention of her name brought back vivid memories of when I went to stay with her for a week when I was a teenager.
It was the only time in my life I had been spanked and she certainly knew how to spank, I quite literally didn’t sit down for two days after. I called her a bitch for not letting me listen to my sony walkman in bed and before I knew what was happening I was over her knee getting my bare bottom smacked for what seemed like eternity.
My parents were both against smacking children and as soon as I got home I told them what the mean cow had done to me. I don’t quite remember what happened but even though she was my dad’s sister I don’t think they spoke to each other for years afterwards.
She had never met Jason and when she arrived on Saturday morning she gave him a hug and lots of presents. I was very surprised how well the two of them got on and during the day she hardly said two words to me. In fact most of the time they were in Jason’s bedroom and she certainly didn’t remind me of the Aunt Elizabeth I remembered.
I spent most of the afternoon preparing a meal for us all before she had to leave, with her and Jason at the table I dished out the food that sat down myself. “Oh I was telling Jason about how much trouble you had sitting after I had to smack your bottom Alison”. I blushed in complete embarrassment as her and Jason laughed. “Is that true Mum you were such a naughty girl you had to have your bare bottom smacked” asked Jason.
I had no idea what to say and could feel myself squirm in my chair at the thought of how much my bum hurt when she did it. I quickly tried to change the subject by asking how the food was but Aunt Elizabeth was determined to carry on the conversation. “Yes Alison your bare bottom was so hot when I had finished tanning you I could hardly touch it”, she grinned. “It’s a shame you don’t have a man young lady I am sure a good spanking would do you the world of good”. Once again she and Jason laughed at my expense.
At last a brief silence as we were eating though food was the last thing on my mind when Jason spoke up. “Actually Auntie Liz I think your right Mum does need a smacked bottom very often”. I turned to stare at him as he calmly continued “Yes she is very lazy and at least once a week I am late for school because she cant get out of bed”. I could feel my mouth open in shock as he carried on telling her how I often forgot his packed lunch and forgot to wash his sports kit and was generally untidy around the house.
“Jason how dare you!” I yelled but before I could go any further she held my hand tightly. “Is it true Alison” she asked, for a brief moment I thought I had gone back in time and felt like a naughty child. I could only look at her meekly and reply that it probably was. She then told me it was wrong to shout at Jason when he was only telling the truth and to apologise to him.
I knew she was right and looking down at the table I mumbled “I’m sorry Jason I didn’t mean to shout at you”. “Oh its okay Mum but next time I might have to smack your bottom”. they both found that hilarious and with me blushing as red as the tomatoes on my plate the subject was at last ended.
Finally it was time for her to leave and as soon as the door closed I gave a huge sigh, “Thank god the evil old witch has gone!” I said. Jason was standing behind me and the next thing I knew was a hard smack on the seat of my jeans. I clutched my hands to my bottom more in surprise than pain “Jason what the hell are you doing”. I could a see stern look in his eye which almost looked identical to Aunt Elizabeth.
“It is rude to talk about people behind their backs Mum”, he said. “I am your mother young man and don’t you ever dare do that again” I tried to sound calm despite my anger. He ignored me and walked over to the sofa and calmly sat down. “Well Mum I am really fed up of your lazy attitude and I have got 3 demerits at school all because of you”.
I was still standing with my hands on my bottom as he continued to lecture me as if I were some ten year old. I knew every word he said was right and a felt really ashamed of my behaviour. I found myself agreeing with every thing and then without realising I had admitted it but maybe Aunt Elizabeth was right and I did indeed need to be spanked.
He just smiled at me and announced that I had better be on my best behaviour then and went to bed. I sat down and took refuge in a bottle of red wine not believing what I had agreed to. The next day Jason hardly came out of his room and at about 7 pm he asked me if he could buy something on eBay.
Without time for me to reply he pushed his laptop under my nose and there on the screen was a picture of a wooden spanking paddle. I could not take my eyes of it and had images in my head of it being used on my bottom. “So Mum can I buy it for you” he could hardly speak with giggling. I knew I was going down a path that could be very embarrassing but I just asked him to pass my credit card and for him to make sure all his homework was done for school tomorrow.
I kept looking at the paddle then with a deep breath I clicked the “buy it now” button, I filled in all the information and with a final hesitation pressed to “confirm” button. I was about to log off when I noticed another window was open but minimised at the bottom of the page and the title was “Spanked Housewives”.
I clicked on the page and saw a big bare bottom with very red sore looking marks on it and then various descriptions of videos you could buy. I scrolled down and look at various women all with bare bottoms being spanked and caned and paddled and in all sorts of humiliating positions.
I was engrossed in the images and didn’t hear Jason return a while later. “Hey Mum you will look like that soon” he laughed. I blushed and told him he was too young to be looking at things like this on the internet. He didn’t seem too concerned and just replied that he had been looking at things like that all day as he needed to find out the best way to smack a naughty Mummy.
Despite my burning red cheeks as I blushed I stood up and kissed him and whispered “thank you Jason” and sent him to bed.
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