(F/m(b), Switch, Outdoor, Severe) An Ass Cutting From Mom PT1.
billy
occurred. I was ten or eleven and my memory of it is pretty clear with
only minor details added for continuity purposes. This one is quite
long so If you have the gumption to read all of it you should be
feeling pretty good the end.)
(Authors Note: Thanks for reading and enjoy my exploration into my
sexuality and previous memories of my spankings. Also I would ask if
you find this story/memory erotic please post a reply or email me. I
get a perverse sense of enjoyment when others "watch" me getting a
spanking. Comments on writing style is needed as I would like to
provide the best story telling method possible for readers.)
"Get your ass in here" Yelled my mom from the living room.
I was in my room going through my baseball cards enjoying a Saturday
morning and as soon as I herd my mother yell I got that sinking
feeling in my stomach. Normally when I get called like that it meant
I was in trouble for some reason. Never the less, I quickly left my
spot laying on the floor and went into the living room completely
expecting to get a spanking.
Once I got to the living room and saw my mom preoccupied with some
papers and did not have a belt in her hand, I relaxed.
"Get your shoes on were going for ride" My mom said with a calm but
distracted voice.
"Can I invite Stephen?" I asked, thankful that that my summons wasn't
for other reasons.
"No, do not think he needs to go everywhere with us, beside I don't
think he would enjoy himself" mom replied
I sighed with disappointment. I went to the front door and pulled my
shoes on and went outside and waited by the car. I thought about
getting my jacket as it was a cool brisk fall morning but decided
against it.Mom followed a few minutes later.
"Can I ride up front" I asked
"Yeah" Mom answered
"Where we going?" I asked thankful that my mom was in a good mood.
"Don't worry about it, you'll find out soon enough" Mom said
quizzically
(I'm not great at describing places very well so bear with me)
We were riding for what seemed like for ever, but was really about
20-30 minutes. We pulled into an industrial complex with several
businesses and some woods in the back. My mom parked in the back
behind one of the buildings. It was a street connected with several
parking spots. There was a berm leading up to the woods that had some
underbrush.
(If you were on the street the buildings was on the left and parking
spots and forest on the right or I guess vice verse if your facing the
other direction.)
I thought to my self we were on another one of my moms expeditions for
pine straw or other "natural" stuff she collected for her crafts. I
hated those and wish my friend was here.
"What are we doing here mom?" I asked so I get head start so I could
get back home and do something fun.
"Your about to find out young man" My mom said sternly
"Now get out and wait for me in front of the car" mom ordered
I did as I was told but was confused and now starting to get concerned
as to what we were doing.
A few minutes after I got out my mom followed and she had a belt and a
bath brush in her hand. My eyes got big and I was quickly thinking if
I had did something wrong or pissed my mom off for some reason. She
set the belt down and brush on the trunk of the car.
"I want you to drop your britches"
At this age I never argued with my mom and again I did as I was told.
I pulled my jeans and cartoon underwear down all the way to my ankles
still confused on why I was about to be punished. My gray sweat shirt
was a tad too small and only went down to just below my belly button.
I felt the cool autumn breeze rush between my legs and envelope my
butt. I've never felt so naked in my life.
"Mom, did I do something?" I asked with trepidation and tears starting
to form.
Confusion, fear, shock, and embarrassment all overwhelmed me at this
point and I started to cry silently and tears fell.
"I want you to go cut me a switch"
My stomach immediately began to swirl and feel sick. I did something
really bad for me to get a switching.
"And if you bring one back that I don't like I'm going to whip your
ass with it then send you back for another one, is that understood?"
Confused I stood still for a moment.
"If you don't get your ass moving..." mom said without finishing.
I started to move toward the trees. My pace was hindered by the pants
and underwear around my ankles. The entire time I was walking I was
searching my brain trying to remember what I did wrong and why I was
about to get a spanking. When I got to the berm I had to bear craw to
get up due to my lowered pants.
While searching for a switch I decided I would get one that I thought
would hurt the most. I did not want to come back up here for another
one as it would mean further whippings. I found a switch that was thin
at top and think at the bottom. It was long and had a great deal of
flexibility to it. This switch also had several small stubs on it.
Not exactly sure at that point in time what made a good or bad switch.
All I knew was they hurt. I thought to my self that mom would be able
to give me a good butt cutting with this one.
With the switch in hand, I started to walk back toward my mom who was
watching me. For the first time in my life I felt ashamed to have my
pants pulled down and my mom watching and staring at my naked butt and
exposed privates. Making it worse was I knew I was about to have my
bare butt spanked like a baby. This was the first time I ever
remember mom seeing me naked and associating as embarrassment. Before
this I never thought about spankings as an embarrassment or as
humiliation but rather just being punished. It all seemed to hit at
once during this cool breezy fall day.
While walking down the berm I tripped and fell into some thorny
underbrush that scratched my legs. I got struggled to get up with my
pants down and naked butt exposed to all the stickers and thorns. I
guess I was taking an extended amount of time as mom yelled for me to
hurry up.
"If I have to come over there, your going to regret it" Mom yelled
I finally returned to where mom was standing. I handed her the switch
which she grabbed and examined. After a quick glance, she grabbed my
right arm with her left hand, turned me around and started whipping me
at a frantic pace. Trying to get away, my right arm was completely
stretched out, not really putting a meaningful distance between me and
the switch. I had my butt clinched and my feet were taking small
steps forward. Since my mom was holding my arm this caused my torso to
stay back.
The switch I provided my mom caused an intense stinging pain although
it was limited to my skin and did not feel like it was causing
welts.
After about 15 seconds of mom whipping me I moved my hand to protect
my butt in the way of the switch. With the palm facing out and in the
way of punishment, mom could not avoid hitting my hand. When she did I
quickly moved it knowing that I messed up. She stopped the whipping
and let go of my arm. I was told me turn around and hold my hand out.
I thought she was going to examine the damages but to my surprise she
hit the palm of my hand with the switch. I immediately moved it in
pain.
"Get it back out and don't move it this again" My mom ordered
Crying uncontrollably, I complied with my moms order. I stuck my hand
out and again she hit it with the switch. I was able to keep it up for
the most part with only a slight downward movement when it impacted.
And for a third time mom struck my palm and I was in severe amount of
pain but again was able to keep it relatively still.
At this point, she re-grabbed my right arm again and proceeded to whip
me causing a similar reaction as before. I was able to prevent my
hands from getting in the way and she was taking a few steps every so
often to stay up with my dancing. She whipped me for about 30 seconds
before letting me go.
I grabbed my butt in pain currently not aware of my nakedness.
"Now go cut me another switch........You can keep putting off your ass
cutting by bringing me these baby switches all you want, all its doing
is making your ass redder......and get your hands off your ass or I
will really give you something that makes your ass bleed"
(That statement by my mother has to be in the top 5 most erotic
phrases I remember.)
I went to go get another switch and found one slightly thicker than
the previous stick. I returned to face my mom any incident like my
last trip. While selecting the switch I was hoping that I would be
able to stay still while mom was giving me a butt cutting. I thought
maybe if I stay still she would not give me a spanking with a belt.
The thought never occurred to me that getting my but tore up was
probably less painful than getting a butt cutting. Never the less I
return to my mom with the new switch. Again mom grabbed it out of my
hand and examined it.
"Nope, turn your ass around" Mom snapped
She again grabbed my right arm and the same result occurred as before
except I was able to keep my hand from getting in the way. She
whipped me for about 30-45 seconds. The sensation was slightly less
severe than the switch before albeit still providing an intense
stinging, pain. My mom swung that switch with unrelenting and
seemingly uncaring ruthlessness.
Mom finally relented and told me to take my shoes off. I sat down on
the concrete crying my eyes out while trying to untie my shoes. The
cool ground was somewhat soothing however the several small pebbles I
was sitting on negated this comfort. I felt strange having to sit on
the ground with my naked butt.
"Hurry your ass up" Mom barked
With tears in my eyes I was able to get my shoes off and stood up.
"Now lets go find a real switch young man"
She slapped my butt with with her hand to get me moving. I started to
shuffle towards the forest. Every few steps my mom repeating the
smack across my bare butt.
"Your going to get it today"
Smack
"I'm going to give you an ass cutting"
Smack
"Then your ass is going to get blistered with the brush"
Smack
"Then I'm gong to royally, and I mean Royall tear your ass up with the
belt"
SMACK
"And its all going to be on your bare ass"
SMACK
(This is only one of the few times I remember my mom giving me a
spanking with her hand)
We finally got to the woods and mom went in search of a switch. I was
standing there with my pants down and underwear around my ankles feet
stinging from the thorns I stepped on. Mom quickly found a thick and
slightly flexible switch in which she swung it air a few times
unleashing a mean wishing sound.
"Turn your ass around and start marching back down"
I complied and started my awkward shuffling again.
ShhhhhhhhTKKKKKKK
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" I cried while stopping and grabbing my butt.
"Dry it up, I barley hit you" mom commented
Just after I moved my hand away.
ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk
"Get your ass moving" mom yelled
I started shuffling forward while rubbing my butt
"Move your hands, I want to see your bare little ass that's about to
get an ass cutting" Mom smirked
I uncovered my butt and trying to move as fast as possible down the
berm. Every few steps mom hitting me with the switch.
We finally got back to the parking lot with mom wasting little time.
"Fold your hands behind your back"
I did as I was told, trying not to add to the punishment by not
listening. My mom steped in front of me.
"Now young man in a minute your going to bend your ass over and hug
your knees. I'm going to give you an ass cutting you will remember
the rest of your life. After every stroke I want you to repeat, "I'm
sorry mom, I wont do it again"
I tried to think on what I did to make my mom so mad at me. For some
reason I knew I deserved to get punished severely. I needed to be
taught a lesson and put in my place and mom was going to make sure of
this. I knew she would give me a spanking when ever I needed it and
now for some reason I needed to get my butt whipped, blistered, then
tore up. I also thought about getting a spanking on my bare butt like
a little boy. Maybe mom thought I was getting to big for my britches.
( I'm not sure why but my mind set at 10/11 years old was really like
this, I read what I wrote and it is surprising that I had those
thoughts.)
"Every time you move it is going to add to your ass cutting. Also I
will count the times you move and you will get your ass tore up for
each time . If I have to whip your ass five times every day for the
next year you will take every single spanking your earn here today.
Is that understood?"
(This part was a little sketchy, the basic point was I was going to
take extra licks if I moved and depending how many times I moved I
would earn an additional spanking given at a different time...not sure
of the wording that was used though.)
"Yes Ma'am" I responded with resignation
I was completely submissive. I was about to get a butt cutting that
would likely cause me pain for a very long time. However, as noted
above I accepted as deserved.
"Now bend your ass over and get ready for what you know you deserve"
Mom remarked with a callas and cold voice.
(These words ring louder than you could possibly imagine. People
probably will question the authenticity but its was a real thought and
a real statement.)
"I want that bare little ass of yours to stick out" Mom spoke with
authority.
I bent over and hugged my knees causing them to bend slightly. My mom
pushed my head down a little further and used the switch to make me
get on the balls of my feet. All of this caused my butt to stick out
and slightly point upward.
I wast humiliated and felt horrible that my mom had to give me a butt
cutting on naked, exposed bottom, which has already been whipped and
was sticking out for more punishment.
I was bent over with my butt facing the street and my front facing the
wooded area. My mom was on my left side about to start whipping me
when we heard a vehicle coming.
"Don't you fucking move" Mom said with meanness and knowing the
embarrassment involved.
A pickup truck with a female driver rode by and honked her horn, mom
just waved. This brought my embarrassment and humiliation to a new
level. Someone just saw me and knew I was getting a spanking.
Mom's attention did not get diverted for long.
"Now remember what I said, don't move" Mom commanded
"I want you to take this ass cutting like a big boy"
(Mom always referenced me acting like a big boy all the way until
around my 14th birthday)
ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk
"I'm sorry mom, I wont do it again" I said tearfully after a stinging,
heavy and bruising lick was applied.
ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk
I jumped up in shear agony and grabbed my butt.
"I think I'm going to punish you tonight before bedtime. I hope you
enjoy getting your ass tore up, now bend your ass back over" Remarked
my mom referencing the punishment I just earned for moving. I resumed
my position vowing to be a big boy.
ShhhhhhTkkkkkk, not wasting time mom landed another blow
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk, ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkkk
I buckled under these two lick but did not fall or move
"What are you supposed to say?" Mom reminded
"I....I'm
so.......ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk........So.....ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk......rry........ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk...................mo..........ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkk....oom.......ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk.....I.......I....ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk..........Wo.............ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk.......wo...........ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk.........wont..............ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk............da.....da......ShhhhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkk
My 10/11 year old bare butt was in extreme pain after 10 brutal lashes
and I jumped up again as one foot came out of my pants. I grabbed my
butt.adding more humiliation since I could not stay still or keep from
grabbing my butt. I way crying hysterically and silently all the
while walking forward slightly. I was gasping for air as I tried to
cry out loud.
"Bring your ass back over here" mom yelled
I released my death grip on my butt, turned around walking back toward
my mom, I stumbled out of my pants and now had only my G.I. Joe
underwear around my ankles. I returned to my position with out being
told. Prepared to once again not move.
"Looks like your going to get your ass tore up in morning too" My mom
pointed out almost gleefully at another opportunity to give me a
spanking for moving.
Mom hesitated a few moments before starting to whip my butt again and
my crying subsided to the point where I could breathe again. The same
truck that passed us earlier was now coming back. Except this time it
stopped and the driver got out.
"stay still young man" mom said quietly
"Hi" said the driver
"Hello" My mom said with some contempt
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just stopped and wanted to give you a compliment.
Kids today have no direction and I think a big reason is because
parents don't do what your doing right now. I remember being in his
same position years ago and it taught me well." Said the driver
"Thank you, and I couldn't agree with you more. Billy will get his
rear end beat until he is on his own" Mom responded with understanding
"Hallelujah girl friend" she quipped
"I've got to be going."
She turned her attention toward me.
"You listen to your mom young man, she's teaching you right."
I was so embarrassed I did not say a word.
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk
It took everything I had not to move, she hit me so hard
"Mind your manners, what do you say"
"I....I....I'm....so....orr...y......Ye....Ye...Ma...a...am" I said
while trying to stop crying
"It's ok honey..........Well, I'm going to let your mom finish whats
she'd doing as I'm sure you deserved it"
The lady who I never looked at winked at my mom and got back in her
truck and left.
"How's it feel to get an ass cutting in front of a total stranger" My
mom said with a condescending voice.
"Embarrassing" I responded while somewhat getting my crying under
control
"Good"
(I do question why this lady never called the cops. Although thankful
today I hated this woman for a long time.)
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk
"Im sorry mom, I wont do it again"
The whipping had started again and so did my hysterically crying and
screams.
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk
"I...m so......rry m.......om, I wo....nt do..... it a...gai...n"
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk
"I.m so....rry mo.....m, I wo.....nt do it ag....ain"
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk
"I..m so...rry m...om, I wo....nt do it ag....ain"
ShhhhhhhTkkkkkkkkkkk
I buckled to a point where I fell backwards and landed on my butt. I
quickly bounce right back in position. No longer crying out loud I was
deathly silent with a steady stream of tears rolling down my cheeks.
My mom paused for a few minutes and in a extraordinary rare form of
compassion she allowed to massage my naked, swollen, butt. However I
could not move from being bent over. I felt several welts raised up
from top all the way to the crease of my bottom.
"Guess your going to get your ass tore up tomorrow at bed time too"
she said as I was rubbing my butt.
After about a minute or two mom spoke again.
"Back in position, were far from over.young man"
I sadly put my hand back around my knees, completely overwhelmed at my
situation. It never occurred to me to run. The entire time it was in
the back of my mind that I deserved what I was getting.
Mom started beating my butt again, again, and again. She whipped me
into complete and utter submission. I was no longer screaming but
determined to take my butt cutting like a big boy. An inordinate
amount of tears were flowing and I was having trouble breathing. She
whipped me for about another twenties minutes with me moving every so
often and earning future spankings in which she was quick to remind me
of. I kept saying over and over and over "I'm sorry mom, I wont do it
again".
Finally she stopped.
"Now young man, I'm going to really going to whip your ass and its
going to hurt. Your going to squirm and move a lot. If you put your
hands in the way its only going to make it last longer."
I stayed in my bent over position while she instructed me what to do
next.
"I want you to lay on your back and point your legs in the air"
As always I did as I was told. Mom from my right side held my legs
with her left arm and lifted me to a point where my most of my body
weight was being supported by my upper back her grasp on my legs.
She with ferocious and an unbelievable amount of speed started to give
me a new definition of an "ass cutting". I was squirming and my new
found bravado left me. I did everything I possibly could to get out
of the way of that switch (LOL, I held contempt not for my mom but the
switch). To no avail as for the next roughly 3-5 minutes mom
literally beat my ass to a pulp.
She finally let go of my legs and I was hyper-ventilating. (This
occurrence is what allowed me to remember this experience.)
Part Two includes getting my ass tore up and blistered. I will
probably write a different experience next time I write. This one is
long and turns me on too much. Took me all night to write this part
one and two and possibly three will take while.. With that said the
car ride home I asked my mom why I was punished here is her reply:
Young man, you did not do anything, I felt you needed to have your ass
tore up severely. Further more if you ever question how or why I
punish you ever again we will go back out there and you will receive
ten times what you got today, is that understood?
End of part one.
Dedicated to Mija
Was going to write a different one but your comment led me to this.
Hope you like it
A bunch of notes to add. Not really any order.
The last part is in the top three most painful experiences of my life
to date.
How my mom kept putting me in these embarrassing situations was unreal
and I love her for it now.
You may wonder about the repeated use of getting my ass tore up or I'm
going to tear your ass up or the general use of ass by my mom. She
used ass quite a bit and in fact was a huge contention of mine for the
longest time. As far as getting my ass tore up that was used so
frequently that It baffles the mind not to mention it as my favorite
erotic line ever.
Writing style question. I've often read other 1st person story in
which the author describes the butt. While I describe how my butt
felt several occasions I try to limit the the visual description an
extent as from my point of view and in reality I had no idea what my
butt looked like. Is it better to describe what you think it would
look like or let the imagination take care of it.
Hope you enjoyed....leave a comment about why if you did.
NYIrishRed
(oh fer fuck's sake ... I forgot to ask for a spanking. Take two ..)
I hate your mother. I despise her.
Seriously, I do. I so love my kids ... they are my heart and soul ...
and it infuriates me to read about her abuse. Given that, I don't
quite understand why I enjoy ... although I don't think that's the
right word ... your stories. I hate what she did to you, but yet I
understand why you eroticise what happened. I wish it wasn't so, but
it is.
I'm glad you have a forum to write what you want, and I hope it makes
it just a little easier to deal with. Keep writing ...
IrishRed
billy
Do not hate my mom, I have forgiven and more importantly love her.
I've been this way since I could remember and although I think your
upbringing has a significant amount of influence, I have no doubt
believe genetics are involved as well. She merely allowed me have
those memories. Enjoy is an understatement for me. I've dealt with
it and that part is over with and I have nothing left but my great
spanking lust. Go me, I rule!
CrimsnKid6
> Do not hate my mom, I have forgiven and more importantly love her.
> I've been this way since I could remember and although I think your
> upbringing has a significant amount of influence, I have no doubt
> believe genetics are involved as well. She merely allowed me have
> those memories. Enjoy is an understatement for me. I've dealt with
> it and that part is over with and I have nothing left but my great
> spanking lust. Go me, I rule!
Your mother would be pretty erotic as a fantasy spanker, although
I'd probably prefer her to be whipping a husband's or boyfriend's bare
behind with his submissive consent. As a RL person, she's obviously
far less attractive--I give you credit for forgiving her, I don't know
if I would have done so, at least not very easily.
BTW, in a first-person story you can certainly mention what your
derriere felt like (as you have), and you can project what it must've
looked like--or perhaps have the punisher or a witness comment on its
appearance to your character: "Boy, your bare butt is glowing red like
a Hawaiian sunset, I'll bet it must sting like a son-of-a-bitch," etc.
H.I.A.W.B.,
--C.K.
"No thanking means more spanking."
T-shirt slogan, U.S.A.