I remember that day vividly.  It was exactly one week after my eighth birthday just fifteen years ago.  My next door neighbor, Lauren Mayhawk, was in my house because my mother was babysitting her.  I was expected to play – and play nicely – with the seven-year-old girl who was as big as I was.  I did not want to do that but to play with G.I. Joe and the rest of the army.  Lauren said she would be happy to play with my dolls rather than her dolls.

“They are NOT dolls!  They are ACTION FIGURES!  And for BOYS to play with.” I said, emphatically, showing my disdain.

Lauren disagreed strongly.  She was a strong willed girl.  I told her to go play in the living room upstairs for we were in the basement family room.  To encourage her I lifted up her dress and gave her a good spank.

That was a VERY BIG MISTAKE for it made her very mad.  “Hitting is a spanking offence!” she immediately scolded me.  That, alas, was very true and Mom had warned me about that so obviously I did not want her to know.  “I’m telling your mommy and she will spank you good and hard and I will happily watch.”

It was a terribly real threat.© YLeeCoyote

“Please don’t.  I’m sorry.” I said hoping.  “We can play with G.I. Joe together.”

“I don’t want to play with dolls now.  I want to play house.” she said.

I hated playing house but I was trapped so I agreed.  I should have gone upstairs to the kitchen and asked Mom to spank me and that would have been the end of it.  What happened was Lauren was going to be the Mommy [Surprise.] and I had to be the naughty little boy [Bigger surprise! <LOL>].

You do know what mommies do to their naughty little boys?

Right – they spank them and that is exactly what Lauren wanted to do to me.

It wasn’t even a minute before she said: “Robbie Denny Stokesberry you have been a very naughty little boy.  You have earned a SPANKING.  Come here.”  Here was right in front of the simple chair that Mom used when she spanked me.  Naturally, I figured that a spanking from Lauren would be a joke compared to one from Mom so I obeyed.  Another mistake, alas.

Once in front of her she scolded me a little bit (not nearly as well as Mom did) and then started to open my pants.  When I reached to stop her, she slapped my hands away.  “Spankings are always on the bare botty.” just like she heard Mom tell me.  Then she yanked them down to my knees and my briefs quickly followed.  It was not a big deal for she had seen my pee-pee many times before usually when Mommy spanked me.

This was the first time she pulled me over her lap just like Mom did.  Next she reminded me what a naughty boy I was and started to spank me with her hand.  Just as I expected her hand did not hurt because she was just a little girl.  Obviously, I had made the right choice.

Then there was a change.  WHACK!  and I gave a yell.  She had switched to use a paddle from some game.  This was a whole new game and I did not like it.  She whacked and whacked my little botty with the big hard paddle many, many times.  It hurt, hurt, hurt!  I was crying by the time she stopped and ordered me to go to stand in the corner.

It was just then that Mother came in with a snack for us.  With my nose in the corner, Lauren explained.  “Mrs. Stokesberry, Robbie was a naughty boy so I spanked him to clear the slate.”

“It looks like you did a very good job, Lauren.  Robbie’s botty is properly red.  Thank you for your help.” said Mom betraying me by supporting her.

This whole horrid event was pounded into my memory to last forever.

It had real repercussions.  It was very clear that Lauren absolutely loved that she spanked me for real and that my mother supported her.  She even became a stand-in for Mom.  I refused to let her spank me the next time and she called Mom.

I was devastated for Mom just said “I’m very busy now.  Lauren please spank Robbie for me.”  Of course, Lauren did exactly what she was asked.  I did not dare to object for that would have surely angered Mom.

And that established Lauren’s spanking rights over me forever.  She exercised her power frequently as we grew up.

* * * * * * * * * *

It is a week after my twenty-third birthday and I’m still living in the same house with my parents.  I’m not married and after barely getting through college just have a shitty job.  It’s really not enough to pay for my own pad and save anything.  I’m alone because the olds are on a trip.  It is nice not to be watched but I do miss Mom’s cooking and more.

Lauren still lives next door with her parents but she is in graduate school and working on her doctorate.  Obviously she is doing well.

Last night I had a few friends over.  We had a ball.  Well, we did until the cops broke it up because of the noise.  The house is a mess and it will take me days to clean it up which I must do before the folks return.

It is already afternoon and I really haven’t gotten awake although I’m working on it with black coffee in the kitchen when Lauren walks in.  I’m still in yesterday clothes so I’m not naked.  That she is not happy becomes evident immediately because there are not any pleasant greetings.  What there is are harsh words about my terrible conduct and especially that it disturbed the neighborhood so much that the cops came.  It culminates with an all too familiar refrain “Robbie Denny Stokesberry you have been a very naughty little boy.  You have earned a SPANKING.”

I made some noises that I took exception but she just stepped over to the junk drawer and extracted a paddle liberated from the games box long ago.  “I thought that this would still be here, young man.”  I made some more noise and was reminded that Mother had authorized Lauren to spank me when I was a naughty boy which was clearly the case today.

She reposition a chair and demanded that I stand in front of it as she sat.  Her scolding lecture was far more effective than the first one she gave me.  Whatever resistance I had disappeared and I just stood there meekly as she opened my pants and lowered them to my knees along with my boxers.  Then I was over her lap like a naughty little boy once again.

It was then that she started to spank me.  She did not bother with starting with her hand but just used the paddle.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot and I yelled.  The noise now did not bother her for she whacked away hard.  It was terrible.  It was very painful and I shed tears although I did not bawl.  It seemingly went on and on.  I wondered if I would ever be able to sit again.

As I lay on her lap she was spanking me with her hand and giving me orders about cleaning up the house.  “I will be back this evening and you better have made good progress or you be back over my lap for a reminder.  Understand Robbie?”

“Yes, Ms. Lauren.” I said knowing that she meant every word and would enthusiastically use that damn paddle a lot more.