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“I’m home!” Dylan Thompson banged through the back door of his house and announced his arrival at the top of his lungs. His first stop was the refrigerator for a cold drink, then he grabbed the mail and began rifling through the day’s delivery. All in all, he’d decided It was nice to be home from college and he planned on having a leisurely summer, away from the stress of classes. He had to admit his grades weren’t what they should be, but at nineteen, he was more interested in fun than in study.

“I’ll be right down.” His mother’s voice drifted to him from the second floor.

Dylan leaned on the counter and sipped a Coke, wondering what she might make for dinner tonight.

A moment later Rebecca Thompson appeared in the kitchen, still dressed in the business suit she’d worn to her job as a paralegal. She was the extent of Dylan’s family; it had been just the two of them since he was ten years old.

“Hi, Honey,” she said, but she didn’t smile like usual. “Are you home for the day or are you going back out?”

He shrugged. “I might go out later, but I’m here for now,” he said, the reply as non-committal as it could get.

Rebecca pressed her lips together. “Dylan,” she said, one hand on her hip. “You and I need to talk about something.”

Her tone roused his suspicions. “Why? What’s up?”

“Have a seat in the living room. I’ll be there in a minute.” Rebecca disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. She cracked the top and sat down next to him.

“I need to talk to you about something that, frankly, is going to be a little uncomfortable for both of us.”

Dylan frowned.

“But before I start, I want you to know that I’m your mother and I love you. You can tell me anything and I will accept you and love you no matter what, okay?”

“Ummm….” Why was she talking all weird? “Okay…..”

“Good. Well then. I’m just going to come right out and say it. Today my computer crashed. I needed to check on my stocks, so I borrowed your laptop. While I was using it, I found some sites that you had visited…”

Dylan froze. His mouth became dry and his stomach knotted up. “What sites?”

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “I was trying to go to Spartan Financial, and when I typed in S-P-A, some history suggestions popped up. Suggestions about spa..”

“OH JESUS!!!” Dylan jumped up. “Don’t say it!” He wanted to run out the door and never ever come back.

“Now, now, calm down.” Rebecca caught his arm and pulled him back. “It’s okay. Really. You’re an adult, you can look at whatever you want. I must admit, I was a little shocked at first. But I’m really okay with all of that.”

Mortified, Dylan could only glance at her, in spite of her reassuring smile. But then his embarrassment turned to anger and resentment. “How could you snoop like that? You had no right.”

“Excuse me, Young Man, I bought that computer, I’m going to use it when I need to.” She crossed her arms. “I didn’t intend to snoop. It was an accident. Clear your history next time if you want total privacy.”

He used to be vigilant about that when they shared a computer, how could he have been so bold and stupid now? There was no way out of it. He was caught.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Dylan hung his head, his mood swinging back to embarrassed.

“What are you sorry about?” Rebecca asked.

“That you saw all that stuff that you saw.”

“There’s no need to be sorry for that, Dylan. I don’t have a problem with you looking at pornography. I’m pretty open minded. The one thing that I did have a concern about was that you seem to be seeking out paid professionals and creating personal ads to try to get what you desire. Am I correct about that?”

“Sort of, yes.”

“And has anything come of this searching?” she asked.

“No….I’m sorta scared to meet someone for….” He couldn’t get the words out.

“Spanking?” Rebecca offered.

“Y-yes.”

“I don’t want you to feel shy talking about this. Now is a good time for us to discuss it. It’s not uncommon to have fantasies. After I saw what you’d been looking at, I did some research of my own.”

That caught his attention. His mother? Researching spanking?

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “I know that some men and women have these urges. We don’t know where we get these…fetishes….but they are there and there’s not much we can do to change them. There’s nothing wrong with your feelings, and you are not alone.”

That struck Dylan hard. He’d always been ashamed of his fantasies and petrified of someone finding out. Being spanked and dominated by a woman wasn’t the kind of thing a guy shares in the locker room. He was supposed to be a man, not a little boy. But the pressures of society about how a man is supposed to behave in a masculine way were always in conflict with what he wanted most from women.

His emotions swirled. The shame and fear began to fade. He could hardly believe that this discussion was happening and it dawned on him that this might lead to him getting what he’d dreamed of for so many years. His courage built.

“I have felt alone in this. I didn’t think I could talk to anyone about it, much less you.”

“Of course you can talk to me. I know it is not easy to do, but be open with me and I will be open with you. Deal?”

Dylan perked up. “Deal!”

“So you fantasize about being spanked by older women, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to answer this question truthfully and you won’t hurt my feelings or scare me no matter how you answer it, but please be honest with me. Do you fantasize about me spanking you?”

Dylan was afraid to answer. His mind went back and forth. It was a question that lead to so many other questions. The answer was, of course, yes. He had thought about how she’d spanked him as a boy and had since sought out videos, stories, and pictures that reminded him of those times.

His mother was the object of his fantasies because she was the only one who had ever spanked him. His thoughts often veered into territory he didn’t want to tread with her, but still, she was never far from his mind. He decided to go for broke. “Yes, I fantasize about you spanking me,” he finally said in a small voice.

“Very good, Dylan. Now we are getting somewhere. I want you to really think about the next question. It’s a big one, and if you don’t want to answer right now, that’s okay.”

He nodded.

“Not everyone seems to get this, but there's a big difference between fantasy and reality. We may find that we have things in our heads that really should stay there. So the question is, do you really want me to spank you?”

“YES!” he blurted, his voice so loud it startled him.

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy Rebecca laughed. “Well, then I am certainly willing to give it a try.”

“R-REALLY?” Dylan stuttered in disbelief.

“Really,” his mother said softly. “I thought about you and how I think it makes you feel. It makes me feel the same way.”

She felt it? Dylan’s stomach flipped. His throat felt dry and his face flushed. He couldn’t quite comprehend that idea, so he focused on the more immediate. “So you would...start….s- spanking me again?”

“If that’s what we agree on.”

Dylan pondered. “When I was a kid, you just spanked me. I didn’t have any say in it. What’s there to agree to?”

“You’re an adult now. I can’t compel you to follow orders like I did when you were a child. If we decided to do this again, we would need some sort of verbal contract. And the terms of this contract would have to be negotiated.”

“Um…okay….” Dylan sputtered. “What do we need to negotiate?” It came out as a meek croak.

“Everything. The reasons for getting a spanking, methods of punishment, and so on. You’ve thought about this longer than I have, or so it seems, so you must have some idea of how you would want it to go, right?”

“Geez, Mom. I don’t know.”

“You better be sure, young man, because once we make our agreement I’ll hold you to it.”

“Wow.” Dylan breathed. “All this is coming at me so fast. I’ve felt so weird about it for a long time.”

“Weird how?” Rebecca asked placing her hand on Dylan’s knee.

“Weird because you’re my mom. And this is...” Dylan couldn’t get the words out. “It’s um… it’s uh…”

“Erotic?” Rebecca offered.

Dylan couldn’t keep a goofy smile from his face. “Yes.” Admitting it felt good.

“If it makes you feel any better, Dylan, I find the thought of spanking you erotic, too.”

“You DO???” His eyes widened with another shock.

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “We both must acknowledge that what we are discussing isn’t something that regularly occurs between a mother and her adult son. In order for it to work, we both need to understand there are benefits for both of us beyond just correction and discipline.”

“W-what do you mean by benefits,” Dylan asked.

“When I punish you for your misdeeds it’s to teach you a lesson and improve your behavior. But I must admit that I found spanking you to be rather therapeutic.” A smile spread across Rebecca’s lips as she said the word therapeutic.

Dylan was puzzled. He had read about spankings being cleansing, but for the spankee not the spanker. “How does spanking me do that for you?”

“Because spanking you clears the air and clears my head. Do you understand?”

“Like when you were really angry with me and spanked me hard and made me cry and beg you to stop. I felt like all was okay when it was over and you hugged me. Like we got really close afterwards. I feel like I need that sometimes. It’s more than just….uh….erotic.” He stumbled over the last word.

“Let’s talk about the erotic thing for a little bit.”

“OH GOD!” Dylan groaned. He buried his face in his hands. He didn’t want to talk about this, especially with her. Even though she had admitted that spanking was something that she found to be a thrill too, it was hard to find words.

Yes, he knew what turned him on. He knew what parts of spankings he received from his mother had made the most impact on his memories and fantasies. But he had never verbalized them to anyone, much less his mother who was the very person who literally and figuratively lit the fire in him. He had transferred so much of what he fantasized about and compulsively searched for into A mother and tried for the sake of what he thought was right to not think about his mother even though it was everything about her and her spankings that consumed his thoughts and desires.

But there was more than just spanking that he dreamt about. What exactly had she seen? Would he risk telling her everything and risk shame for the rest of his life? Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and stared straight ahead. He didn’t know where to begin or even if he should begin.

Rebecca grasped his hands and turned her face to face his. She stared into his eyes and smiled. Dylan lowered his head and stared at the floor. He couldn’t look at her.

“It’s okay, Dylan. I love you. No matter what you say, I will still love you.” His mother grabbed his chin so that his eyes had to meet hers. “I’ve seen what you look at and it’s okay. You can tell me. You won’t shock me. If I didn’t have an interest in this, we wouldn’t be discussing this right now.”

“This is really embarrassing, Mom. I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation today!” Not today, not ever! He laughed nervously. “ I-I don’t know where to start.””

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “Let’s start with the videos,” Rebecca said. “I noticed some of them you were looking at involved kissing and licking and rubbing of feet before and after spankings. I seem to remember that you enjoyed rubbing my feet after work when I was in my stockings. And you know, I really enjoyed that, too. I would be willing to do that with you if you wanted to.”

Dylan did consider his mother attractive. He had liked massaging her feet.

“Even if we didn’t agree to the spankings, a good foot rub is always something I can go for.” Rebecca smiled. “ In fact, why don’t you scoot over to the edge of the couch right now.” Dylan stared at her in utter disbelief, but then shifted next to the arm of the couch. Rebecca moved to the other end and placed her feet in his lap. “Take off my shoes, Dylan.”

He hesitated.

“Now!” she ordered.

Her tone made him tingle and he felt a twinge down below. Was this a dream come true or some sort of cruel joke? He slipped off her pumps and laid them on the table next to the couch.

“Now rub my feet like a good little boy,” she commanded with a laugh.

“Yes Mom,” Dylan responded.

“How about you call me, Mommy?”

“Y-yes Mommy” Dylan answered as a bulge began to grow under the heel of Rebecca’s right foot.

“That’s very good, Dylan. Now keep rubbing Mommy’s feet. That’s it.”

Dylan felt the warmth of her stocking feet in his hands. They felt so good and so soft. He couldn’t help but moan a little as he slid his fingers along her silky arches.

“Hmmmmm. Feels sooooo nice,” Rebecca purred.

Dylan practically purred, too. He loved the way her feet felt, the way they smelled. He was fully aroused and lost in his senses as he moved his face closer.

“You can kiss them if you’d like,” she encouraged and he began kissing her toes and arches.

Rebecca put her foot right under his lips. “Open up!” she commanded. As he did, she slid her toes into his mouth. “You can suck and nibble on them a little. Ohhhh, that’s it!” she cooed.

Dylan sucked greedily on her toes, only stopping to put his face into her arches and sniff.

“Let’s talk a little about my panties,” Rebecca said.

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy Dylan gave a little whimper and returned to rubbing and caressing her beautiful feet. “What about your panties?” he asked blushing bright red. She evidently knew he had helped himself to her panties and hose to play with, too, the props further fueling his deepest desires.

“Yes. My panties. I know that you have been taking them for quite some time. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mom,” he admitted, head bowed in shame.

Rebecca reached over and grabbed a bit of his hair.

“Owwwww!” Dylan cried.

“What did I tell you to call me!” she yelled out, yanking his hair.

“OUCH! M-MOMMY!” Dylan shouted.

“Don’t make me remind you again, Young Man. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Good. I noticed that a lot of the videos you watched had boys wearing panties. Would you like to be spanked wearing panties?”

“Umm…” He’d gone this far, he might as well admit everything. “Yes, Mommy,” he whispered. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Sweetheart. It’s OK. We can do that.” Rebecca pressed her heel into his lap a bit harder. “I’m going to have to round up the implements,” she said, more to herself than to him.

“What are you going to use?”

“A wooden spoon, of course, and I have a sturdy bath brush. I know there’s a thick belt around here somewhere, oh, and I still have the ‘Stick’.”

The ‘Stick’! Dylan shivered. The ‘Stick’ was a bakelite spatula, small but strong, and capable of delivering blistering swats.

“One thing that we need to address is the difference between a regular spanking, like the ones you remember from childhood, and a true punishment spanking more appropriate for you age now.”

Dylan gulped. This was getting real. “I thought those were punishment spankings.”

“Yes, but it’s punishment for more childish things like not doing chores, being forgetful, being late, not addressing me properly, keeping your room sloppy or back talk. I expect most of your spankings will be the childhood variety, with some of the other aspects we’ve discussed added in.

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “Maybe sometimes you might ask me for a spanking. Maybe sometimes I will decide to spank you just because I want to. These will address your needs and desires as well as mine. Over time, this will become more natural and more a part of our relationship as long as we want to continue, and we will both get some pleasure in acting out these fantasies of yours.

“While I will always be in control and will decide the how, when, where and why of your spankings, these can be somewhat fun and therapeutic for both of us and will evolve based on communication between us and things we might discover.”

WOW! His lips formed the silent word.

“Now, about the pure punishment spanking. Since you and I both have a degree of fondness for the other type of spanking so much, this will not be much of a deterrent for truly bad behavior. A pure punishment spanking will have to be much more severe. There will be no play or fun aspects to it at all. I will find whatever paddle or belt or strap it is that you like the least and that will be what is used. And when I use it, I will use it to such a degree that you will be in great agony. If I have to tie you down to get you to take it, I will.

"Every spanking you got growing up didn’t end until you were sobbing and begging me to stop. I’m sure now that you’re older, I won’t get full out sobs, but I intend to make an impression with every spanking and every spanking will be very real. You will be reduced to a crying little boy.”

Dylan almost felt like crying now. He had dreamed of this for a long time, but now he was a little scared. Fantasies don’t really hurt but a real spanking was going to. A lot! Getting what he wanted may not be as much fun as he imagined. The familiar butterflies were back in his stomach just like when he was little. Fear mixed with excitement. There was no fear in his fantasies and the added factor made his arousal complete. This was so much better!

“Are we in agreement about the methods?”

“Yes Mommy.” It felt so good to say that.

“Excellent.” She pulled her feet from his lap and swung them around to the floor. “Ask me to spank you.”

“I...um...”

“Just say, ‘Mommy, please spank me on my bare bottom until I cry.”

He groaned inwardly. Yes, that was it. Everything he wanted and needed. “Mommy, please spank me on my bare bottom until I cry.”

“I most certainly will.” She rose to her feet and stood over him. “We have a few things to discuss.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy In a flash Rebecca grabbed him by the arm and pulled his face down into the couch. His bottom went up in the air. With her other hand, she placed several rapid smacks to the seat of his shorts. Shocked, Dylan let out a little cry.

“What are you supposed to call me!” she demanded.

“SORRY, MOMMY!”

“Not as sorry as you are going to be. Now go to your room and wait for me. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

Dylan looked at her in amazement. This was really happening! He felt so relieved and so loved at that moment.

“GO!” she commanded.

“Um…Mommy?”

“WHAT!”

“Can I have a hug?”

Rebecca dropped the stern attitude and smiled at him. “Of course you can, Sweetheart!” She pulled him up to her and took him into her arms, tousled his hair and kissed his forehead like she did when he was little.

He squeezed her tight and in a voice that sounded like a sob said, “Thank you!”

After a few moments of hugging, she pushed him away gently. “Go to your room and wait for me,” she repeated.

Dylan hurried to his room as he had done so many times in the past and sat down on his bed. He stared at the walls in the room and reflected on all the times he was in the exact same position waiting for his mother to spank him. He never thought he would ever experience this again.

Within minutes, he heard the familiar sound of the kitchen drawer opening. Then he heard his mother rooting around and the drawer slamming shut. She had put her pumps back on and he could hear the click of her heels on the tile of the kitchen and then nothing until he heard her footfalls on the carpet right outside his door. He looked up and saw her in the doorway holding the ‘Stick’.

The fear and excitement surged to every part of his body like electricity. He was 12 again and his Mommy was going to give him a spanking.

Rebecca sat down on the bed next to Dylan, the stern voice returning. “It’s no secret that your grades are terrible. I can only think of one explanation for that.”

“School is hard.”

She shook her head. “You’re too smart to get away with that excuse.”

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “Then what?”

“It’s obvious. You spent all your study time searching on the internet, watching videos and reading stories. Am I right?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Dylan lowered his head.

“I am very disappointed in you. I know you can do better. Don’t forget, college is costing me a lot of money, and I’m not paying for you to waste time. You are going to start taking school seriously, Young Man.”

“I’ll try to do better.”

“I certainly hope so. But you’re still going to be punished for your actions. This is not something made up. I am very concerned and also very angry with you.”

He shook inside. “You’re angry with me?”

“Yes. I am angry and I’m going to punish you.” Her eyes pierced into his. “Stand up and take your pants down.”

In a trance, Dylan stood up, unzipped his shorts, hooked his thumbs in his briefs and lowered them both to just below his bottom cheeks. Rebecca stood up and before he knew it, she landed a solid spank on his now bare left cheek.

“OWWWW!” Dylan cried out. He’d forgotten how much it really stung.

“All the way down!” she commanded.

Dylan complied. Much to his embarrassment, his erection popped out and bobbed up and down right in front of her. Rebecca smiled a bit as Dylan tried to cover with his hands. She swatted them away with the stick.

“Hands at your side. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. This is no time for modesty. Now bend over the bed.”

Dylan obeyed. As he bent over, his erection slid on the bedspread giving him a jolt of pleasure. He let out a small moan as he adjusted position. Rebecca placed her free hand on his back.

“Now, Young Man, you have had this spanking coming for a very long time. It was very naughty for you to do what you did and you need to be punished. You will hold still and if you reach back or get out of position, it will be double, is that understood?”

“Yes.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

“OWWWEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “Yes WHAT?” Rebecca asked after the brief flurry.

"YES, MOMMYYYYYYYY!” Dylan wailed.

With that, she started to spank him hard and fast. He yelped and twisted with each fresh smack. His bottom burned and he could only imagine how red it must be.

Rebecca’s spanks built a fire in his bottom until tears welled up in his eyes. He kicked his legs and pounded his fists into the bed hardly able to catch his breath.

Each spank hurt a little more and he had to remind himself that he wanted this. He so wanted her to stop, but as much as he wanted it to stop, he wanted it to continue. He felt awful and wonderful at the same time.

Rebecca paused. “Are you going to do better with your school work?” she asked.

“YES, MOMMY!” Dylan cried out.

She resumed the spanking with even more force. “Are you going to make good use of your time?”

“YES, MOMMY!”

The tears flowed freely until he was crying like a naughty little boy.

“If you don’t, you’re going to get another spanking on your bare bottom!” As she issued this warning, she punctuated each word with a spank, then unleashed a flurry of hard and fast spanks all over. He didn’t know where the next one would land and that made it hurt even worse. He bucked and twisted as he gripped the bed covers. He wanted to reach back and block the blows, but he knew that would make things worse.

At the end of the flurry, she planted several hard swats on his upper thighs. His cries turned to wails.

“Don’t you EVER...”

SMACK

“EVER...”

SMACK

“EVER...”

SMACK

“DO...”

SMACK

Dylan Spanked Like A Little Boy “THAT...”

SMACK

“AGAIN!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Dylan howled with each swat and when Rebecca stopped spanking he collapsed limp over her lap. He was relieved, but he also felt regret. The pain was intense, but he wanted it to continue. It was like a scary amusement ride - can’t wait until it’s over and then you want to ride it again.

As he laid there across her lap, his bottom throbbed and his mind raced, replaying the event over and over. Pleasure returned and he became excited again. His erection stabbed into her thigh.

Rebecca began to stroke his sore cheeks gently and softly. Her fingers wandered down to his upper thighs and then between them a little. He moaned, but not from pain. Then she withdrew and patted his bottom.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

He struggled upright and she took him into her arms and gave him a big hug.

“I love you, Mommy,” Dylan said with a sniffle.

“I love you too, Baby,” Rebecca replied and he could hear satisfaction in her voice.

They’d both gotten exactly what they wanted.