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My very first spanking (reblog!).

The day after I received my very first spanking, I was in class reliving every smack my mother gave me that sad Sunday evening. My bottom was still sore, and wearing jeans was not helping. My bruised cheeks were pushed against the hard metal chair and the thick layer of my pants was scratching my tense skin, making the seat so uncomfortable it was barely impossible to stay still. My deskmate Cecile of course noticed my weird facial expressions and my efforts to find some peace for my poor bottom. I was 16 at the time. The idea that I got spanked was so surreal that being surrounded by my classmates made me feel like I was a child. I couldn’t listen to anything the teacher was saying. My mind was too busy playing in loop the echoes produced by the loud smacks. I couldn’t forget that damn sound. I was completely fucked up. In an hour I should have taken a math test and I was not prepared at all. That was in fact one of the reasons I got spanked in the first place. I hated math and I hated spending my free time studying something so boring. I wanted to have fun, I wanted to have a boyfriend, to have adventures. I was an arrogant girl and living alone with my mom, as an only child, was not easy. All her attentions were focused on me. I was the most important thing in her life, but I didn’t care. We were so different. She was a methodical person, she pretended order and logic at any given moment. I was the opposite. I loved irrational things, disorder, chaos. Art, weird music and “sins” were on top of my interests. Instead my mother was a religious woman and she was very strict. She never beat me before though. She always thought words were enough. She used to scold me for hours when I did something wrong. She made me write long apologies, as punishment. That was it, before that messed up Sunday evening. She knew I had to take a test the day after, and when she saw me all dressed up, ready to go out, she was shocked. I had a date with a guy that lived in the same neighbourhood. I said that to her, making clear that I had no intention to waste my day studying. I had more important things to do. She pointed at the table in our living room, so mad and disappointed. She was ready to give me a good long lecture. I had to run away. That was the only solution in my head. And that’s exactly what I did.

I went for the door so fast she was taken by surprise. I kept running, looking like a fool, down the street. My mom was a large woman, she couldn’t chase me. I heard my phone in my pocket ringing. She was calling me. Of course I was in trouble, but I was so happy to meet that guy that nothing else mattered. School, responsibilities - fuck all that - I thought. I was young, I was pretty and I was wearing my best clothes for the occasion. I wanted to kiss that guy, I wanted to feel his hands on me, I wanted to laugh, to feel joy and pleasure. I would have dealt with the drama afterwards. I was not scared. Adrenaline was pumping into my veins. I had to meet the guy at a diner not far from home. Life felt easy and light as I was speeding. I arrived at the diner on time and I saw him already inside, waiting for me. He looked nervous and cute. He was wearing a nice T-shirt and he was listening to music. I stepped in and I had to touch his shoulder to draw his attention. He smiled innocently, he stood up and he kissed me vigorously on my cheek. I was so hot, as I had to take off my jacket, showing my neckline. Half of my boobs were out. I was wearing a sexy crop top. When I noticed his eyes couldn’t focus on my face I laughed. I knew his intentions. We texted a lot and we sent many dirty messages to each other. I was turned on. The bright sun was streaming through the glass windows and his beautiful face was illuminated by it, golden and fresh. But that exciting moment didn’t last long. Only few minutes later I saw my mother’s car stopping in front of the diner. She had discovered my hideout. Not that it was so hard to find, anyway. That diner was the only decent place in the neighbourhood. She got out of the car furious. I had the temptation to run away again, but my legs were paralysed by the fear and by the shame. I had acted stupidly. I was aware of that. She entered the diner determined to make a scene. I closed my eyes. The guy couldn’t understand what was going on. I felt the strong hand of my mother grabbing me by the ear and pulling me towards her. “OUCH!” I screamed in front of everyone, and everyone turned around. When I opened my eyes, the guy in front of me was astonished and was blushing.

“You are in serious troubles, young lady!” My mother shout out loud.

“And you stay away from my daughter!” She looked sternly at the guy I wanted to have sex with.

Then she pulled me all the way towards the car, with everyone’s eyes pointed at me. I felt like I wanted to disappear, forever. She started the engine and she drove back home. I wanted to cry.

She had ruined my special moment, and my dignity was far gone.

“You have to be kidding me, Lucy! Are you out of your mind?” My mother was really close to have a heart attack.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” I replied, with lucid eyes.

“Oh, that is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you when we get home, young lady.”

“What do you mean?” I was definitely scared at that point.

“You need a severe punishment for what you’ve done, Lucy. And words this time are useless” she was shaking her head, so disappointed.

She parked in front of our house.

“You, my beloved daughter, need to learn a lesson you’ll never forget for the rest of your life. Get inside now.”

I didn’t reply. I was ashamed and I was feeling very stupid, sad, angry, disgusted at the same time. There was a mess in my head. I waited for my mom in the living room, standing, shaking like a leaf. I just wanted to go back in time, but it was too late. My relationship with the guy was ruined for good. My mom closed the door and stared at me with very sad eyes.

“Why did you do that? I love you sweetheart and I care about you more than anything else in this world. And you do this to me, and to yourself? Why? Why are you becoming such a naughty girl? Your attitude is out of control, and I need to do something about it, right now. Ok? Mom is going to punish you for your own good.”

“Mom, please, I know I did something stupid, but I just wanted to meet that guy. I’m sorry, all right? There’s no need to punish me…” I tried to save myself, in vain.

“You need to understand that you cannot do whatever you want, Lucy. This was way out of the line, and you know it. Look at yourself. You’re dressed like a no-good brat. And where did you get those clothes anyway? You’re doing things without my permission, you’re lying to me every time, you’re not studying, you’re making your life miserable. For what?”

“I’m not a slut mom, and my life is not miserable” I talked back, offended by those comments.

“You shut up! You have lost your right to speak the moment you ran away from me like a little thug!”

She pointed at me with a mad expression on her face.

She made me feel like a dumb ass.

“You need rules, Lucy. And if you keep breaking rules like that, you leave me no choice.”

I wanted to ask her what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut.

“I’m sorry, I never thought we would have come to this point, but you’re really pushing too hard, and I have to stop you. I’m your mother, Lucy. Now sit down. You have to listen to me carefully.”

I sat at the table. My mother moved towards me, she caressed me, then she pronounced those unforgettable words, with a solemn tone:

“I have to give you a spanking.”

The world stopped in that moment. I felt my heart pumping fast, up in my throat. She was not kidding. I felt chills all over my body.

“What?” I asked with broken voice.

“You heard me. Mom is going to give you a spanking you’ll never forget, honey.”

I was 16. This couldn’t be real, right? Right?

My eyes and my lips were trembling without control.

“I’m sorry, honey, but as I told you before, you need to be punished severely. I can’t allow things like that to happen again. Things are going to change here, for your own good. And you’re not gonna like it.”

“Mom…” I whispered, desperate.

“I know it’s hard for you to understand this, but I’m not changing my mind, whatever you say.”

Then she grabbed me gently by my arm.

“It’s time, honey. Stand up. You’re getting over my knees, now.”

Everything happened in a fraction of a second, or at least that’s how I perceived it back then. My mom pulled me up, she sat down and then she made me bend me over her knees like a little girl. I was facing the floor, my bottom up in the air.

“It’s going to hurt you honey, and it’s for your own good” she said.

Then I felt her strong hand raining down my bottom. I was wearing leggings that shaped my bottom gorgeously, and they were so thin it was like she was already spanking me on my bare.

I screamed, both for the sudden pain and the embarrassment. To hang like that, over my mother’s knee, was something I was not prepared for. She was giving me solid smacks, hard and fast. I felt my bottom warming up extremely fast and stinging like hell. I was so helpless that tears started to fall down instantly.

“Behave” she said while holding me in place with her left hand.

With her right hand she kept spanking me like she was the one out of control now.

At every smack I felt pushed forward and the impact produced a loud echo in the room. It was deafening. My butt was burning.

“Mom stop!” I screamed like a fool. But she didn’t.

She kept going on and on, and the sting was already unbearable for me.

“Now these are coming down” she said. Her hand grabbed my leggings and she pulled them down with a quick movement. Same fate had my panties. I was bare now, for real.

“Mom, please, no!” I yelled.

I was feeling the most ridiculous person on the planet.

“This is just the beginning. We have a long way in front of us, young lady. And wait for my hairbrush. You’re going to regret what you’ve done.”

The incessant rain of smacks went down over again on my poor bare bottom, hurting me even more. I was crying and begging her to stop without any dignity, exposed, over her knees. To think that a few moments before I was with a guy I wanted to have sex with repelled me. It was unreal what was happening to me.

The echoes, louder, and louder, filled the room and my ears and my thoughts. I couldn’t focus on anything specific. I was just dancing spasmodically, up and down my mother’s knees, like a “little thug”, as she called me before.

The heat on my cheeks was unreal too. My skin was like boiling. But that was nothing compared to what the hairbrush did to me. The big wooden hairbrush of my mom, raining down my sore butt was pure hell. After what could have been a five minutes spanking, she stopped, she ordered me to stand up and she sent me to go get her hairbrush. I refused, but in vain. At the end I came back with my make up running down my face, sobbing, half naked, with her damn hairbrush in my hand. I didn’t want that thing to touch my butt at all. It looked dreadful. But my mom’s face was easy to read. She meant what she said. She wanted to adjust my attitude for good. She made me hand the hairbrush to her. She drugged me over her knees again and then she spanked me hard with that nasty implement. It felt like the wood was biting my skin at every swat. It was harsh. That spanking was maybe the hardest thing I had to deal with.

“All right, Lucy. You can stand up now” finally my mom told me.

When I stood up my head was spinning. I was so confused, in pain and embarrassed. I touched my bottom, and it was so sore that even caressing it was painful.

“Go look at it, go look at that naughty bottom of yours” my mother said.

I was scared and curious at the same time. I went to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face in the mirror. I was a complete disaster. My hair was messy like I was in the middle of a storm, I had rivers of black make up till my throat, I was blushing with a runny nose and my mouth was salty because of all the tears I had swallowed. Then I turned around, to expose my butt to the mirror. I covered my mouth, with horror. My beautiful round bottom was unrecognisable. It was all red with violet marks, and it was so swollen I was convinced it would have never been the same again. I panicked. I went back to my mom, with my eyes and my mouth wide open.

“That’s what happens to naughty girls like you, Lucy” she appeared calm.

“Mom you ruined my butt” I screamed.

“I ruined nothing. It will heal. What has to change is your attitude. Am I clear?”

“Mom…”

“Come here” she said.

I let her hug me. And she hugged me for two minutes straight. She caressed my bottom.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, but you needed this. Do you understand?”

I didn’t.

“Yes…” I answered anyway.

That spanking really tamed me. I was sorry, for sure.

“Now you lay in bed and you think of what happened. But tonight you’re going to study anyway. Do you hear me? I’m not letting you fail. And you don’t go to bed until you feel prepared for the test.”

I didn’t study at all. I pretended to, but my mind was just thinking about the spanking over and over again. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. I was feeling so bad, and sitting was a nightmare.

In class, I had to take a break. I asked if I could go to the bathroom. I was visibly proved. The teacher and everyone could sense something was wrong with me. Ashamed like I was over my mother’s knee I ran to the toilets. Cecile ran after me.

“Hey, you’re acting weird today. What happened?”

She was one of my best friends. I trusted her.

“Come with me” I said to her.

We entered and I locked the door.

“What’s going on?” Cecile was weirded out, she had never saw me like that before.

“You have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“All right, just tell me.”

“And promise me you won’t laugh.”

She looked confused. She was curious. I needed to talk with someone about it, I couldn’t keep it for myself. The burden was too heavy. I pulled down my jeans. My butt also needed to breath. Inside the jeans it was cooking. Fresh air, finally, embraced my swollen cheeks. Cecile was shocked.

“What the fuck is that?! Who beat you?”

“Shhh! My mom spanked me yesterday…” I whispered.

“Soorry what??????” Cecile was looking at me and my butt like we were aliens to her.

“I know, it’s pretty bad.”

My bottom had lost the red shade and it was left with blue marks all over it. It was just painful to look at it.

“What is wrong with your mother?? You should report her! What happened?”

“I did some bullshits…really big bullshits.”

“Baby that’s fucked up. She spanked you?? You’re a grown up woman, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know, it’s fucked up. But I fucked up too.”

“Are you ok? I mean, of course you’re not. Tell me everything!”

I told her about the day before. About the guy, the scene my mother did at the diner, and what came after.

“I thought my life was fucked up, but yours reached another level baby. Oh my god, I’m so sorry for you. It’s unbelievable…”she said to me.