JACOB
When I was younger my mother told me that a child needs a good spanking when he or she does something that warrants one. I have to admit, looking back, that I deserved every spanking I ever received and to some degree I even liked it. As a grown man, I even now, still enjoy a good spanking. I lived with my mother until I was about twenty years old. She was very strict on me and I didn't get away with much. Every time she bent me over her knee, pulled down my pants and spanked me, my dick got hard. The harder it got the more I liked it. Eventually it got to the point where I would cum while she spanked me. What twenty year old still gets spanked with their pants down?
One night I was out with the guys a little too late and when I came home she was sitting in the living room waiting for me. I knew what was coming, and part of me had grown to like it. She motioned me to where she was sitting in the chair and told me to drop my pants. My dick was starting to harden already. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down stepping out of them. She curled her finger moving it forward and backward until I was standing in front of her.
"Aren't we forgetting something?" she said, looking at my underwear and the growing bulge in the center of them.
"No Ma'am," I said reaching for the waistband and pulling them down.
My dick sprang back fast and hard making a plopping noise on my belly. I stood before her naked and hard and ready for what was coming to me. She grabbed me by the thigh, digging her nails into my skin and pulling me toward her. I lay over her lap and braced for my punishment as my dick slid up her robe- covered thigh and my chest rested on her lap with my knees bent on the floor.
She shifted her thigh so that my rock hard dick was trapped in the bend behind her knee. I felt the first whack and it stunned me like it always does. Warm heat spread across my ass cheeks as the paddle lifted and fell again. WHACK! A shot of hot piss squirted out onto the back of her knee and trickled down her calf and to her ankle.
"I, thought, I, told, you, to, be, in, at, a, decent, hour," she said, stretching her words out to correspond with the whacks to my ass.
"Yes, Mother," I whimpered, enjoying the burning feeling that was coming with each whack the paddle delivered.
After about fifteen whacks, she put the paddle down at her side.
"I don't like to discipline you. You know this, but you make me," she said, her voice hitching as little moans came out. She stroked her soft hand over my burning bum, soothing it with each loving stroke.
