My Mother didn’t need a police officer to cuff my hands behind my back. Mother used a Velcro strap to restrain my hands behind me.
Mother often had her girlfriends over and I was sent to fetch and serve chips, pretzels, soft drinks, tea and whatever was needed. One day Mother had her friends over and two of the brought their daughters Lisa and Susan, who were about a year or two older than me.
I was watching the girls, I wrongly interrupted their conversation in an attempt to impress them. I wasn’t watching what I was doing and I spilled a bowl of chips. Mother gave me that intense look and I knew I was in trouble. She made me pick up every chip and then Mother said, “Go and bring me the belt.” I quivered and started to beg because I didn’t want my pants taken down in front of everybody including the two girls I went to school with. Mother didn’t tolerate my delay in obeying her and she pointed her finger toward the floor in front of her and commanded, “Come here.” My co.ck was already starting to harden up as it always did when I got a bare bottom whipping.
I stepped over and stood in front of Mother as she ordered. She announced that she was adding an additional ten strokes of the belt for my delay. She said, “When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it immediately, no backtalk.” Then she undid my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. My co.ck popped up in the air and stood out in front of me for everyone to see. They all looked in my direction and stared at my stiff co.ck. The women across the table rose from their chairs slightly so they could have a better view. The two girls smirked and giggled and I turned red with humiliation.
Doris, one of Mother’s guests said, “I should get this on my phone.” Mother said, “Go right ahead. It will be a good lesson on how a disobedient boy is disciplined.” Doris got out her cell phone and began to video as did Mrs. Bunting, and one other guest. Then Mother ordered me to go and bring her the belt. I said ,”Yes Ma’am,” and I shuffled off with my pants down around my ankles and my hard dong wobbling in front of me. I heard snickers and chuckles as I shuffled away.
I got the belt and the Velcro strap and shuffled back into the room with my erection bouncing and glistening with clear liquid oozing from my opening. I knelt before Mother and held up the belt and Velcro retrain strap for her to take. “You’ve disrupted our gathering with your disrespectful interruption and sloppy service. Haven’t I told you to pay attention to what you are doing?” I pleaded, “Yes Mother.” Mother asked, “What do errant little boys deserve?” I answered, “Punishment Ma’am.”
“And what do you deserve?” Mother asked. “Punishment Ma’am,” I replied. Mother ordered me to get my pants off and fold them up neatly. I took my pants, underwear and shoes off while everyone watched and I folded them up. I stood there n*** from the waist down. My t-shirt stopped at my waist and left my bare bottom and throbbing co.ck fully exposed. Mother told me to put my pants on the chair in the adjacent room. I did so with my rock hard co.ck wobbling in front of me as I walked to the room and back again. They all watched and smirked.
Mother turned me around and secured my hands behind my back. She pulled her chair out from the table, sat down and then order me to bend over her knee. We were in the center of the room so all could see and take video. I bent over Mother’s knee and she reached under me and grabbed my balls to hold me securely in place.
“Now then, how many swats do you deserve little boy?” Mother asked. I answered, “Whatever you say Mother.” “Do you deserve to be punished?”, Mother asked. I said, “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am please punish me.” “Good, I think I’ll stop when it seems you have learned your place, and then I’ll add the ten extra swats you earned for back talking and delaying. Does that sound fair little boy?” Mother asked as she tightened her grip on my balls. I moaned, “Oh yes ma’am, yes ma’am.”
She let the belt lay on my bare bottom. I could feel the cold leather. The room went into a hush as everyone watched intently for the first stroke to be administered. I felt the tip of the belt touching my bare bottom as Mother dangled it over me. Then she raided the belt and the first stroke stung across my plump naked bottom to begin my whipping.
I winched and the second stroke landed and then the third and the fourth. I was gasping and moaning. I tried not to cry and beg and plead in front of everyone but the strokes kept coming and landing across both cheeks of my tender bottom. I knew that Doris and Mrs. Bunting were filming everything. I couldn’t help it and I started to beg, plead and sob and promise Mother that I’d be a good boy. Several of the women applauded and so did both of the girls in my school. They celebrated my degradation and Mother’s triumph and control over me. They cheered as Mother broke me and I sobbed in tears and pleaded to be her good little boy. I sobbed and begged, “Please Mother, please, I want to be your good little boy,” as they all laughed.
My c*** was throbbing and dripping on Mother’s knee getting her dress wet. The strokes continued to strike. I didn’t know when it would stop. I knew I would get ten more strokes even after it stopped. I begged and pleaded for mercy in the hope that Mother would stop. My hands strained behind my back, tightly bound by the Velcro wrap. I was held in place by Mother’s firm grip around my aching balls. Mother was making an example of me for her guests, for the girls and for the video.
Finally it stopped. Then Mother asked the room if they thought I should get the extra ten swats I deserved for hesitating to obey. They voted. Everyone of them said yes. Not one vote to spare my sore bottom. Mother handed the belt toward the girls Lisa and Susan and asked if either of them would like to give the ten swats. They both said yes. Lisa went first and she really whipped me really hard, leaving ten welts. Then I got another ten swats so that Susan could have a turn. Susan liked to snap the belt so it would bite in when it hit.
Then Mother allowed me stand up. My co.ck was turning purple from being so hard. It was dripping a strand of clear liquid off the tip of the co.ck head. Mother made me stand in front of Lisa and thank her for finishing up my punishment with ten strokes. Then I had to stand in front of Susan and thank her also. I was red with shame. The girls each told me that I deserved it. I could only say, “yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”
Then Mother made me stand in front of each of her guests and apologize for disrupting their gathering. My face was burning hot, red with humiliation and my bare bottom was red from the whipping. My balls were aching and the ball sac was red from Mother’s grip and my eyes were red from crying.
I was ordered to stand in the corner of the room, bent over, displaying my sore red bottom while the gathering continued. They enjoyed their chips, dip and drinks while they chatted about me and agreed that boys must be disciplined as Mother had done with me. He has a few nice stroke marks on his b*** Doris said as she reached over and traced them with her finger across my bottom. Yes it almost looks like he was caned said one of the other women. They discussed how boys in England are caned and they asked Mother if she had ever caned me. They suggested that she should and they would have another gathering to watch. They talked about how I would grow up to be a well trained and respectful boy.
As the party concluded Mother said she wasn’t sure if the message had sunk in my head and she inquired if Lisa or Susan would like to administer more swats. Both girls said , “Sure.”
I was placed over Lisa’s knee and Mother showed her how to grab my balls to hold me in place and then Lisa punished me with the leather belt. This time she was not standing at a distance behind me so she couldn’t get the full force to leave welts as before. Then I was put over Susan’s knee and she fiddled with my balls until she had a agonizing grip on them. Susan took her time adding more strokes to my whipping. She delighted in prolonging my punishment. Susan talked to me while punishing me. She said, “This is just what you need. Boys need to learn their place.”
They all discussed that girls need to know how to deal with a boy and raise him to be obedient. They said my punishment was good practice. They talked about female superiority and control of the male in any situation or relationship.
Mother’s guest departed for that day. Her guests and their daughters visited on many more occasions and I obediently served them snakes and beverages. And I did as I was told to entertain them, amuse them, obey them and be obedient and respectful.