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Male Switch, 22, DFW Area, Texas

Male Submissive, 46

Male Submissive, 52, Chicago, Illinois

Never challenge your mother on a spanking when your friends are over. I learned that when I was 13. The friend I was having over was my next door neighbor Amy that had lived next to us as long as I could remember. She was over and we were watching tv. My mother had told me to turn it down but I ignored her. When she raised her voice and asked me again I complained that it wasn't that loud. I turned up the volume to drown her out and she came into the room, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen where she said I was heading for a spanking if I didn't mind her and do as I was told. I was with my friend and I seemed far from a spanking so I didn't believe her. She went into the room, turned down the volume and gave me a cold look as she left. As soon as she left I turned up the volume, smiling at my friend as I did so. I thought with my friend over my mother wouldn't dare spank me but I was still worried. I heard my mother in the kitchen and knew she would hear that I turned the sound back up after she told me to turn it down. Soon enough she came back into the room, grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. After being scolded and reminded that I would be spanked she grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, briefs and all. I was shocked but I remember being too scared to move. She pulled me over her lap and spanked me soundly, all while Amy watched. My mother has never been a slouch at spanking but I couldn't even think about that as a girl was watching it, seeing me getting what only little boys should get. I was mortified. The spanking was quick and firm. It was burning soon after it started and I turned my head so Amy couldn't see me cry. I complained to my mother that she would see but she only reminded me that I brought it on myself and she should know what happens when I misbehave. Needless to say, both of us were on our best behavior when it was over. I spent the next few years living next door to Amy and after the crush I had on her as a boy I was lucky enough to date her for a little while. She always teased me about my spankings and would scold me when I got out of line. This only made me fall for her more deeply. She spanked me a couple of times but thankfully it wasn't as bad as my mother's were. Maybe because she was new to it. It was just as embarrassing though.

Another time I came home late from school because I stayed for basketball intramurals. I didn't tell my mother and walked home as the school wasn't too far away. My mother was waiting up for me and when I got home she was upset. Waiting with her were two of our neighbors, Mrs. Maher and Mrs. Treadwell. Mrs. Treadwell was a newlywed and the mother of two infants. I didn't like getting scolded in front of others so I made a flippant remark and bounded into the kitchen, hoping to escape the fury my mouth would start. Before I even made it out of the room she grabbed my elbow and leveled her finger at my face, scolding me in front of the other mothers. I didn't say a word, just cursed my luck as she ended her lecture with the pronouncement of a spanking. I backed up and tried to get away but there was nowhere to go as, in one motion, she pulled me to her, yanked down my pants and underpants and threw me over her lap. She spanked with a ferocity I rarely felt and soon I was kicking my legs and bawling. I knew better than to yell back at her when she's spanking and it turned into one long yell. I was sobbing when she finished and don't remember anything but laying facedown on my bed afterwards and falling into a very restful sleep before dinner. Sometime later Mrs. Treadwell came into my room and sat on the bed, waking me. I was stunned from the spanking and dazed from the nap but when she heard me stir she talked to me very gently in a whisper, reassuring me that what happened was appropriate for a boy that talks back to his mother. I was ashamed and couldn't say a word. I was half naked in front of her and she rested her hand on my still sore bottom as she spoke. Her fingers felt warm and friendly though I felt like crying from embarrassment. She talked about obeying my mother and not embarrassing her in public, all I could do was put my face in the pillow and wish she'd go away. She was right but I couldn't admit it. I knew the spanking was what I deserved but I hated it.

When I was very young I got in trouble and was punished in front of the neighbor girl who saw my mother take my pants down and spank me over her lap until I cried. I remember it was horrible and I was fighting it. The feeling was so painful it still remains in m memory as one of the most painful things I've ever felt. The neighbor remained and watched everything, cowed into silence by the way my mom acted. Afterwards, I ran upstairs crying, feeling humiliated. Some time later I had to field all her questions about how it felt and why I'm spanked. I think that's what created my need for submission and discipline.

I'm considering closing this account. I haven't found what I'm looking for and am growing more and more disappointed in the search. Maybe I'm doing it wrong...

Still sore from the fierce spanking I got last night. I know my place now.

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