Chapter 8
Spanking is not limited to adults. It is also a pleasure factor of the young--teenagers and pre-teens, even. Just as with any other deviant sexual activity, we have disciples of spanking in the ranks of the young.
One interesting case that came to my attention is that of Buddy, a boy of fourteen. Being the only child for ten years, he suddenly found himself uprooted and shoved aside, more or less, by the birth of a new baby in the family.
Prior to the baby, Buddy was dotted upon by his mother and father. He was given everything he desired, and wanted for nothing. Then, suddenly, he was no longer the center of attention. His parents ignored him--or so he thought--and dotted on the new, pink and wriggling baby. Being somewhat self-centered, this hurt Buddy. He felt neglected and began to hate the small bundle that seemed to be in his mother's arms constantly.
About six months after the baby's arrival, Buddy found a way to get attention from his mother. He discovered that if he did bad things, she would punish him by smacking her hand across his bottom. Although he had never before received a spanking, Buddy didn't mind the slight pain he felt because it showed him he could still get attention. Thereafter, he would find various ways to get into minor trouble so he would be spanked. Needless to say, these spankings became a form of love and attention to him.
"I would do anything to make Mother mad," he told me. "Usually, at first, when she got mad at me, she would just make a swipe at my tail with her hand and let it go at that. This wasn't enough for me.
"I started breaking dishes, accidentally. This would get her mad enough to swat me a few times. The spankings were never very hard, so I didn't feel much pain. What hurt the most was when she went right back to the baby after spanking me. You see, Mother used to hug and kiss on me all the time before she had this baby, and I wanted her to do it again. Maybe she didn't have all the time now, but she could have paid some attention to me when the baby was asleep.
"Instead, she would yell at me to keep quiet before I woke the baby up.
"I was twelve when I realized I was getting pleasure by the spankings. Oh, the first smack hurt my tail like hell, but after that, well, everything was just nice. I would get warm all over, and a few times I found I would get hard down there. I didn't think anything about this until one day, when Mother was mad enough to spank me pretty hard, I came off in my pants. It was the first time I ever--what do you call it, ejaculation? Anyway, the feeling when that happened made everything feel so good, I spilled garbage all over the kitchen floor that afternoon just to make Mother spank me again. I wanted to see if I could get that good feeling again.
"Mother was pretty mad about the mess on the floor, and she whipped me kind of hard. I felt good, of course, but my dingus didn't get hard and I didn't get the same kind of feeling as I had earlier. I was disappointed.
"There was this woman in our neighborhood, a widow I think. Anyway, she didn't have a husband. She was kind of mean to us kids. If she caught us on her lawn, she would turn the hose on us and that sort of thing. Sometimes she would run out of the house with a great big belt, waving it in the air and threatening to spank us with it. She never did, naturally, because there's laws about adults whipping someone else's kid, you know.
"When Halloween time came, us kids used to cause all kinds of trouble for that woman. We would spray her house with different colors of paint, but that only happened one year. Most got into trouble because of the expense it put our parents to just repainting her house.
"One day during the summer, I was by myself trying to find some mischief to get into when I walked passed this woman's place. She wasn't around, and I noticed the shades were down in the windows. There were some new plants she had put out close to the house, and for some reason I decided it would be fun to pee on those things. I looked around to make sure no one could see me, then I walked to the side of her house and pulled my dingus out and peed all over her plants.
"What I didn't know was that this woman, Mrs. Arnstein, had seen me to it. She was looking out the window at me. Just as I was putting my dingus back into my pants, she opened the side door and called out to me. I started to run as usual, but her voice didn't sound angry at all. I looked at her and she was smiling at me. This was strange, because she never smiled at anyone, especially us kids. 'Come here, Buddy,' she said.
"I wasn't sure I wanted to get near her, but she seemed friendly all of a sudden. 'Come here,' she said again. 'Would you like to earn a dollar, Buddy?'
"Still somewhat afraid, I moved toward the door where she was standing. She was in her robe, and I thought that was kind of silly, since it was almost noon. I stood on the bottom step, looking up at her. She smiled nice enough at me, and when she asked me to come in and help her move some things around, I went in. It was the first time I had ever been inside her house, and as far as I know, the first time any kid had been in there.
"She asked me if I wanted a glass of milk, but I was too afraid to accept it. She told me to sit down at the kitchen table, and still worried that I was about to get into serious trouble with this woman, I sat down. She walked about the kitchen for a while, and I wondered what it was she wanted me to help her move. I wasn't very strong, and I hoped it wasn't anything very heavy. I was surprised when she poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table next to me. She started asking me all kinds of questions about the kids, wanting to know why they tormented her all the time. She said she was a nice woman and that she liked kids, especially boys. She told me I was cute and that I could visit with her anytime I wanted.
"I was confused with this kind of talk. She never acted as if she liked kids before. She told me that the boys and girls shouldn't tear up her flower beds and lawn, that it was bad for them. Mrs. Arnstein asked me if I was spanked frequently for doing those things to her yard, and I told her honestly that my mother usually spanked me. She got a strange gleam in her eyes then, and sort of squirmed on her chair.
"Then, all of a sudden, she said, 'Buddy, you shouldn't have peed on my lawn.' Only she didn't say pee .. . she said piss! 'I just put those bulbs in yesterday and they cost me a lot of money. If they don't grow, I'll have to tell your mother what you did. I'm sure, when she has to pay me for them, you'll receive a severe spanking.'
"She didn't have to tell me that. I knew I'd get a bad one if she told on me. You see, we didn't have all that much money and my parents couldn't very well afford to pay her for those flowers. I didn't mind the spanking I would get, naturally, but I don't like it when it's too hard. I knew Mother would whip me very hard if she had to put out money because of something I did. I wouldn't get the pleasure by a severe spanking. 'I don't have to tell your parents, Buddy,' Mrs. Arnstein said, her eyes glowing strangely.
"I fidgeted in the chair, wanting to leave. I didn't like the way she was looking at me, and I was starting to get scared again. She told me she wouldn't tell my parents, provided she could punish me herself. Well, I wasn't sure about that. All the kids said she was a witch, and you know a witch is supposed to have powers and make deals with the devil and that kind of thing.
"Mrs. Arnstein didn't look like a witch to me. She didn't have a long, crooked nose with warts and hairs growing from it. Her hair wasn't stringy, either. She was a little fat, but not so much to be real ugly. Of course, she wasn't the best looking woman in the world, either. She was real old ... maybe forty.
"She started asking me questions about the things us kids did, things like sex and all that. She wanted to know if we ever pulled our pants down and looked at each other. 'Haven't you ever had a little girl take her panties down and play with her, you know, between the legs?' she asked me. I was getting embarrassed by those questions. They were too close to the truth because I had done those things a few times. All kids do it, don't they?
"Then she asked me if I ever played with myself. I blushed about that and she knew right off that I did. She said it was nothing to be ashamed of, and that she realized it made me feel good. 'I do it myself,' she said straight out. 'I like to take my panties off and play with myself between the legs.'
"I must have gotten a stupid expression on my face because she laughed. I thought she was even pretty when she smiled, and I didn't see that too often. Then she said something that really surprised me. 'Buddy ... why don't you let me see your little pecker?'
"Before I could answer her, she reached out and placed her hand right on top of my dingus. I almost jumped off the chair in surprise. When she kind of squeezed me there, I was embarrassed to find my dingus get hard. She smiled at me and kept on playing with it, and before much longer, she had it out and was running her hand up and down it. It was the first time anyone besides myself had ever touched me there, and it felt good. She kept on playing with me and I was afraid I would come on her hand.
"She must have known how I felt. She pulled her hand away and untied the belt of her robe. I couldn't help but stare at those big titties of hers. I had seen my mother's when she fed the baby, but Mrs. Arnstein had really big ones. They hung down almost to her waist, and the nipples were real brown. Her stomach was kind of flabby, and she had the biggest bush of hair between her legs I've ever seen. The girls I've played with either don't have any hair down there or else just starting to grow some.
"She let me look at her for a minute, then she said, 'I'm going to make you feel real good, Buddy, but you must never tell anyone. Promise?' I nodded my head, afraid my voice would squeak if I tried to talk. She got out of her chair and dropped to her knees in front of me. Then, before I knew what she was going to do, she put her mouth on me and started sucking my dingus. Golly ... that was good!
"Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue moved everywhere at once. She was making crazy sounds while she did that to me, and I couldn't keep my tail from squirming on the chair. I was about to come, and I didn't know what she would do if I let it happen in her mouth. I told her something was going to happen if she didn't stop, but Mrs. Arnstein kept right on sucking. She didn't even slow down . . . she went faster if anything. She was making all sorts of sounds, you know, moaning and things like that. Her hands were on my hips and she dug her fingers into me hard. Then I started coming.
"Mrs. Arnstein kept right on sucking, moving her lips up and down my dingus while that stuff squirted into her mouth. She was making smacking sounds along with her moans and I realized she liked what she was getting. After I finished, she licked her tongue all over my dingus, even working it into my fly and touching my nuts. I thought she was crazy for doing this, but then, she had the reputation as being crazy with us kids anyway.
"After a while, she looked up at me and she had the biggest smile ever. Her eyes looked like she was crying, all misty and bleaming. Then she stood up and started playing with herself. I mean, she started playing with her tits. The nipples were real hard and she pinched and twisted them with her fingers. My dingus was still out of my pants, and it started getting hard again. She told me I could play with myself if I wanted, but to let her know before I started to come. She said she wanted to drink it again.
"I was too fascinated by watching her to play with my dingus, though. I had never seen a woman do these things and I had been told it was bad. Now, here I was, watching an adult do it.
"She opened her legs a little and started running one hand up and down that thick hair there. I could see a little pink past her hair, and it didn't look much different than the little girls, only bigger and it was wet. She asked me if I would like to touch her there, but I didn't want to stick my fingers on that messy thing. She laughed about it, and said she didn't mind, that she enjoyed doing it to herself. She told me she liked to suck a boy's pecker the way she had done mine, but since her husband had left her, she didn't have one to play with or suck on. She kind of shuddered a little, her titties flopping around, then she sat back in her chair, not even closing her robe.
"Mrs. Arnstein told me I could come to her house anytime I wanted and she would suck my dingus for me, but I had to keep it a secret from all the other kids, and especially my parents. I wasn't about to tell anyone ... I was too scared.
"I told her I had to go, that my mother would be looking for me. 'But you can't leave yet, Buddy,' she said. 'I've still got to punish you for pissing in my flower bed. That is, unless you want me to tell your parents.'
"I certainly didn't want her to tell them. I asked her how she was going to punish me, thinking it couldn't be too bad, not if she wanted me to come back and let her play with my dingus. I thought I could always tell on her if she hurt me. I knew a grown woman wasn't supposed to mess around with a little kid like me. She could get into a lot of trouble.
"She said she was going to spank me, but that she wouldn't make it a hard spanking since I was a nice sweet little boy. I began to get excited about getting spanked, and my dingus, which was still out of my pants, rose up hard. She told me to let my pants down around my ankles. I wasn't so afraid now, and I did what she asked. She had me lean over the kitchen table, and with my naked tail in position, she started paddling me with her hand. Each time she smacked my tail, my dingus would jerk and my nuts drew up tight against it.
"After she had swatted me a couple of times, she reached between my legs and rubbed her hand up and down my dingus, saying she was thrilled because it was so hard. Then she got her belt and started smacking my tail with that. I liked the leather on my tail better than her hand. It made a much nicer sound and it warmed my naked skin better.
"I could feel my tail getting red as she brought the belt down on me, and the warm glow started to fill my body. I squirmed my chest and stomach on the table and shoved my tail up at her as she spanked me. She giggled about the way I was moving around, and once more she reached down to see if my dingus was still hard.
"She doubled the belt then, and while she was on her knees, she spanked my tail and rubbed her hand back and forth on my dingus. 'Tell me, Buddy,' she said, 'when you feel like coming. I want you to come in my mouth again.'
"She began bringing the belt down harder on my naked tail, but unlike the hard spankings my mother gave me, it felt good. My dingus was real hard and her hand squeezed it tight as she jerked back and forth, keeping the belt slapping my tail. I was dancing around on my feet now, but it wasn't because I felt pain. Oh, there was pain, sure ... but it was the kind that I wanted. It felt so good, that when I started to come off, I couldn't talk ... couldn't let her know. Her hand was pumping real fast now, and the belt was causing so much good feelings to run through me, my dingus suddenly started coming. The stuff got all over her hand and she kind of groaned. Mrs. Arnstein dropped the belt and turned loose my dingus. I couldn't help but watch her as she licked the goo from her hand. Her eyes were bright and she made me think of a madwoman I had seen in a movie once.
"After she had licked all the slimy goo from her hand, she leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up the stuff that was on my dingus and nuts.
"She told me she was disappointed in not feeling it squirt into her mouth. I said I had been too excited and couldn't talk at the time. She smiled at me and petted my dingus like it was a pet or something, saying that I must be punished for not letting it go off in her mouth. She said I must return to her house either that evening or the following morning for another spanking.
"I thought about what I had done that afternoon, and decided I liked it very much. I didn't say anything to my friends or my parents, of course. When the kids wanted to pull a few flowers from her beds near the sidewalk, I wouldn't go with them. I begged off, saying I had some things to do.
"I didn't go back to Mrs. Arnstein's house that evening, but I was there the following morning about ten o'clock. I hung around outside--on the side of the house where I had peed in her flower bed. I was still afraid to just walk up and ring the bell. I didn't want any of the kids to see me there, either. Finally, Mrs. Arnstein opened the door and started to come out. She saw me standing there and smiled. 'Why didn't you ring the bell, Buddy?' she asked. 'I've been waiting for you.'
"She was dressed in a summer frock that day, a nice pretty yellow one. When I went into her house, she took me into the living room this time. All around she had pictures of women spanking young kids. I was surprised she would have them right out in the open, because some of them had the boy's with hard dinguses and the women--some of them--were naked. She asked me if I liked her pictures, and I was excited by them. She wanted to know why I didn't come with the other kids yesterday to pull some of her flowers, and I told her I didn't want to cause any more trouble for her. She laughed and said I didn't cause trouble for her, that I only gave her pleasure. She told me I should keep on doing things with the other kids so as not to arouse suspicion about what we were doing.
"After I had looked at her pictures, she told me I should get completely naked for my spanking this day. After I had removed my clothes, she told me I shouldn't forget to tell her when I was ready to come because it was what she wanted.
"Mrs. Arnstein brought out a paddle that looked something like a ping-pong paddle, but it had a longer handle on it. She said it made a real nice sound when it struck the naked tail, and my dingus started getting hard just by thinking about it. She smiled when she saw it getting up, and reached out to play with it for just a minute or two. She asked me if I would like for her to get naked with me, but I told her it didn't make any difference to me. She thought it was funny that I had no desire to see her naked, but she kept her clothes on anyway.
"She had me lean over the arm of the couch, with my tail up in the air. When she ran her hand underneath to touch my dingus, she had me move back a little so she could get her hand around it. Then, she started placing the paddle on each of my cheeks. The sound was different from a hand of the belt, and it made my tail smart real nice. I liked it better than the hand or belt, too.
"Mrs. Arnstein got on her knees again and, while she paddled me, she jerked her hand on my dingus, sometimes playing with my nuts. She spanked me very hard, but she was talking to my tail and dingus as if they were babies. 'Pretty things,' she would say, 'such sweet ass-cheeks. My, now red you get! And you, you sweet little pricky ... so hard and delicious. Are you going to come in my mouth this time, dear thing?' I thought it was crazy of her to talk to my dingus and tail that way, but I didn't care as long as she kept on spanking me.
"After she had whacked my naked tail for about five minutes, she dropped the paddle and, with a loud moan, started kissing my tail. I was startled to feel her lips on my naked tail. I had never thought of such a thing being done to me. Of course, I had heard the expressions such as ass-kisser and tongue fucker, but I never really thought of anyone actually doing such things.
"Mrs. Arnstein was making sounds like a crazy woman as she kissed my tail, even licking at my cheeks with her tongue. Her hand kept right on jerking up and down my dingus, too. By the time she finished kissing and licking at my glowing tail, I was about ready to come. I told her this and she started spanking me again. Her hand moved in rhythm on my dingus with the paddle, and when I felt my come starting to spurt, I told her. She twisted me around by hanging onto my dingus and when I was facing her, she opened her mouth and sucked the whole thing way into her throat. She twisted her head about and sucked real hard, using her tongue all over me. She ran her hands around to grip my still smarting tail and started making my hips move back and forth, driving my dingus in and out of her mouth. She felt warm and very slippery inside, and it felt as though she was swallowing my dingus right down her throat. Then I started coming. She moaned and her eyes looked up at me, but they were glassy and I don't think she was actually seeing me. Her whole body was shaking as she sucked the stuff out of me and swallowed it.
"When she finished, she told that just tasting my come squirt into her mouth made her slit come, too. She said she got her kicks by spanking a naked ass and then letting the prick squirt into her mouth. She told me she had always come off when the boy or man squirted his stuff down her throat. I thought she was kind of nuts, but it didn't make any difference to me as long as she would spank me.
"I let Mrs. Arnstein spank me for about a year, and it was always good. She always sucked me when I started to come, too. She asked me many times if I would like to fuck her and come in her slit, but that didn't interest me any. I thought about fucking her, just to say I had fucked a grown woman, but who would have believed me? Besides, if I said anything about fucking her, then I'd have to tell all the rest, too.
"After that, we moved out of the neighborhood. I've missed Mrs. Arnstein and thought many times of taking the bus across town to see her. There's another woman in our new neighborhood who lives alone, and I've been watching her pretty close. She don't have much to do with anyone, but she never chases the kids off her lawn, either. I seldom see her, but I'm afraid to get friendly because you never can tell about an adult.
"I've tried to be spanked by a girl my own age, but it just isn't the same. I like older women, at least in their forties. They know how to spank real good. A kid don't know anything about spanking ... except the ones he gets at home."
Buddy will continue his search for an older woman to spank him. His desire for spanking, initially to get attention from his mother, developed into a sexual thing for him. I don't know if he can achieve an orgasm without the further stimulation of orality or not. The one incident where Mrs. Arnstein accepted his discharge in her hand is not significant since the usual procedure after that was fellatio.
It is quite possible that Buddy, when he becomes of marriageable age, will seek out a woman at least twenty years older than he, and of course, she must be a spanker. When he came to my attention, he was a very tormented young man.
His desire to be spanked was so great, he would masturbate with visions of being spanked by a variety of women, all in their forties. For the past year, he has been unable to indulge his desires. His mother no longer spanks him because she considers him to be too old. Although my therapy has relieved his mental torture to some degree, he will never be considered 'normal' in his sexual relations.