Caught! As a house guest Michael is confronted by his friend’s mother who declares, “Many times I wanted to blister your bottom all of those years ago and today I get to make up for lost time. I want you to grab the wooden hairbrush off of my nightstand  and you had better be quick about it young man, or there will be more.”

I have been a spanko since I was about 13. I do not know how I became interested in it, since I was never really spanked as a child. I just always felt as if I needed it from a strong maternal influence in my life. I tried to get one from the women I knew as I grew up, but none of them really caught on to what I was trying to accomplish. It was frustrating. I never could get up the courage to ask for one either, because it was embarrassing to think that spanking intrigued me.

I went away to college in the fall of 1996 at the age of 18. I attended Northwestern State University in Louisiana. I had a great time and met quite a few girls while I was there, but none of them were what I was looking for in a strong maternal figure. I needed a sound spanking, but I had to once again rely on fantasy publications and the internet in an attempt to satisfy my need. It is true that some of my college partners were aware of my desire to be spanked, but they did not understand it and were not really open to fulfilling my need.

I was about to graduate college in 2002 when I decided that I wanted to move back to Austin, Texas. It was the logical choice since I had grown up there. There was just one problem; my family had moved away while I was in school. I started calling up old friends to see if I could find a temporary place to stay while I looked for a job. One of my best friends, Eric Danner, still lived with his parents while he was going to College at St. Edwards University, was sure that it would be alright if I stayed with them for a couple of weeks. I spoke with his mother on the phone and she was happy to put me up for the time being.

I spent a lot of time at Eric’s house during my teenage years and had a ton of great memories.  I was really looking forward to it after I graduated. When the day came to pack up and head to Texas I was stoked. I could not wait to see my friends again and enjoy everything that Austin had to offer. I left at 10:00 a.m. on a Tuesday morning and pulled into the Danner’s place right at 4:30 in the afternoon. Mr Danner and Eric were both in the driveway when I pulled up. They were happy to see me and we talked and laughed in the driveway for almost an hour when Eric’s mom, Janet Danner, drove in.

It was good to see Mrs Danner again. She had always been like a second mother to me when I was growing up. “Michael, It is so good to see you. Congratulations on your graduation.” She gave me a big hug and I thanked her for the kind words and for the offer to let me stay for a little while. She had not changed a bit in the four and a half years that I had been gone. Before, I never really saw her as the beautiful woman she was. She was in great shape at the age of 47 and worked out all the time, but I had never thought of her in any way other than being my buddy’s mom. She had short dirty blonde hair, stood about 5’7, and weighed about 140 lbs. She was pretty, for sure. I don’t know why I never noticed before. I got a tingle of excitement that day in the driveway, but I suppressed it and was a little embarrassed.

Things went smoothly the first week I was there. Eric would leave for school every day at 8:00 in the morning and would not get back until 4:00 every afternoon. Mr Danner went to work at 7:00 a.m. and sometimes did not come home until eight or nine o’clock at night. Mrs Danner was a stay at home mom, but she worked out every day and sat on several neighbourhood boards for various things. She also did a lot of online stuff and scrap booking in her office, which was towards the back of the house offset from the kitchen and laundry room. They gave me a key, so I was free to come and go as I pleased. I spent the first week putting in a couple of resumes and was usually home by two or three o’clock every day. They had a pool so I hung out with the dogs and got a tan during my afternoons off. It was fun, but I was hoping that I would get a job soon after that first week. I was feeling a little restless after having been in school for four years and then nothing.

On Wednesday of the second week, I found myself at home all day just waiting for phone calls. At ten o’clock in the morning, Mrs Danner had to leave to run some errands, so I had the house all to myself for a couple of hours. I was so busy for the first two weeks that I never bothered to really unpack any of my big stuff, like my computer. Being busy also meant that I had not delved into my spanking fantasies for almost three weeks. All of my magazines were packed too and I did not want to run the risk of someone finding them, so I never took them out.

I waited until she was gone and then went to her office to get on her computer. I enjoy the pictures, but I really like the stories of men being spanked. I read story after story and soon had my shorts and underwear off with my manhood in my hand. I was so excited. The risk of being caught was immensely stimulating. I was just about to bring myself to climax when I heard the overhead garage door opening.  I quickly closed the site out and logged off of the computer. I then grabbed my shorts and underwear and ran to my room just as Mrs Danner came into the house. I was lucky that she did not see me in that state. It scared me to death. I got dressed and tried to calm down and then walked out to greet her.

“Can I help you, Janet,” I asked. “Sure, Michael, there are more bags in the car.” I helped her bring the groceries in and then caught a glimpse of the clock. It was two o’clock already! Dang, did I ever lose track of time. “So, Michael, what have you been doing all morning,” she asked. “Nothing much, just watching some TV and playing with the dogs,” I replied. I dared myself to tell her, but then I chickened out. We made small talk while I helped her put away the groceries and then I watched in horror as she went into her office and got on her computer. I had not gotten the chance to delete the temporary internet files yet. What could I do? I just went to my room and watched some TV while wondering if I would be caught. The last pictures I had looked at would surely show up when she saw her recent documents list. I was mortified at her discovering those.

I waited until after dinner when everybody was doing their own thing, so I could go and try to clean the computer up. When I viewed the recent documents list, nothing came up. I checked the history and none of my stuff was there. I was really concerned that somebody had seen it and removed it, while all along knowing it was me, but nobody said a word and everything was normal. At least, that is what I thought. I was out on interviews on Thursday and Friday and then we all hung out over the weekend with nobody mentioning the computer. Monday came and went, and then on Tuesday I had another interview that was rescheduled for later in the week, so I was at home all day.

I got notification ahead of time, so I did yard work until noon and then went in to get a shower. Mrs Danner was busy inside all day after she got back from the gym and did a bunch of work out of her office. While I was in the shower there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Michael, when you are done, I want you to come see me in the living room.” What was up now? I had my suspicions that she knew about the computer stuff, but why did she wait to say anything? I finished up and dried myself off and went into the guest bedroom to get dressed. I put on my khaki shorts and a t-shirt and then went into the living room. There was nobody there, but on a second glance something on the coffee table caught my eye. It was one of my Scarlett Hill’s No Nonsense Ladies magazines and a copy of the last picture that I was looking at on the computer. There was a note there. My stomach was doing flips.

The picture was of a man having his bare bottom blistered with a hairbrush while over a woman’s knee. It was one of my favourites and definitely something that I thought about often. I then shook as I picked up the note and read it.

“Michael, I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour. How dare you look at this kind of filth on my computer? Your behaviour is unacceptable and will not be tolerated in this house. You should have better manners than to come into a house as a guest and then look at this stuff on their computer. I know what day and time you did it, so there is no denying that it was you. Just to make sure it was, I looked through your stuff and found this No Nonsense Ladies magazine. I have noticed a trend here young man and that is that all of the pictures and stories that you read and look at are of men being soundly spanked on their bare bottoms. Fine, I think that if you like it so much that you will definitely be getting a firsthand experience today. I want you to put these things away in a secure manner and then come and meet me in the pool house, but I want you to grab the wooden hairbrush off of my nightstand on your way out here first and you had better be quick about it young man, or there will be more.”

I was scared to death. I did exactly what the note said and then grabbed her brush. It was a hard flat backed rosewood hairbrush that was nine inches long and three inches wide. It gave me chills when I touched it. I opened the back door and then made my way to the pool house. All of the blinds to the pool house were closed so that I could not see in.

When I opened the door Mrs Danner was sitting on the ottoman with a very stern look on her face. “Come in and close the door and lock it young man,” she said. I did as I was told and kept my eyes focused on my bare feet because I could not look her in the eye. “Well, I guess you understand how serious this is, Michael.” I nodded yes in reply. “You have been very naughty and do indeed deserve a good spanking.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said. “Many times I wanted to blister your bottom all of those years ago and today I get to make up for lost time. I want you to come here to me.” She pointed to her right side and I walked around the table and positioned myself on her right. She took the brush from me and then told me to get over her lap. I was in panic mode. This was actually happening after all of these years!

She wasted no time in centering my bottom and then landing a series of spanks right on my sit spots. I was growing hard from sliding on her lap. After about a hundred hand spanks over my shorts she told me to stand up. When I did I saw that she noticed my erection. I was embarrassed and tried to cover it, but she slapped my hands away. “No sense in trying to hide it now you little deviant; I can clearly see that you have a long way to go before this punishment is over, now take down those shorts.” I was scared now as I undid my belt buckle and then the button and zipper of my shorts. She reached up and pulled them down to my ankles and ordered me back over her knee. She then started to spank me harder than before with her open palm. I was amazed at how much it stung.

“You will learn to behave young man and not to go surfing indecent subjects on other people’s computer.” Spank, spank, spank, they just kept coming harder and faster than before. I was quivering over her lap like a naughty little boy and she just kept spanking. Finally, she stopped. “Stand up, Michael.” I stood up gingerly off of her lap. My erection was slowly going away, but I had a wet spot on my boxer briefs. “Michael, I want you to remove your shorts and your underwear completely.” I kicked my shorts off and then, “smack”, she slapped me on my bottom again. “Pick those up, fold them neatly, and place them on the coffee table.” I picked them up and folded them like she asked and placed them on the table. “Okay young man, now the underwear.” I could not look her in the eye when I slipped my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I folded them neatly and placed them on top of my shorts.

When I turned around she had the hairbrush in her hand. She must have seen my reaction right away. “That’s right, Michael, it is now time for your real punishment.” “Yes ma’am,” I said.   “Aren’t you excited to finally be getting what you have been searching for,” she asked sarcastically. I said nothing. “I expected as much young man. I am going to blister your bottom good so that you learn a valuable lesson today. That lesson is to be careful of what you ask for. Now get that naughty bottom over my lap.” My erection was returning even with the fact that I was about to have my bottom severely thrashed. I bent over her lap and she pushed me farther forward than before so that my bottom was up in the air over her opposite knee. I braced myself as she positioned me and hooked her right leg over my left leg. I was now spread over her knee with my dick and balls on full display resting on the inside of her left leg. It was humiliating, but I was getting hard again.

Without a word “SMAAAAAAAAAK” she hit me square on the left check so hard that I thought I would die. My right hand reached back out of instinct to stop the blows, but she grabbed it and pinned it high on my back. “No sir, you are going to take this spanking without objection.” “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,” three more reigned down on my now burning backside. It stung like crazy and I could not move to get away. Spank after spank fell upon my bare upturned bottom. I no longer had an erection. I began to plead after the 50^th blow. “Please Mrs Danner, I have learned my lesson and will not do it again, I promise.” “I am sure that you do young man, but I am not convinced that you have gotten what you deserve yet.” The spanks continued to fall and the tears were beginning to flood my eyes. “Please stop,” I yelled after the 100^th slap of the brush. “No sir, I will stop when I feel that you have had enough.” I could do nothing but take it. The tears began to fall and she must have noticed that I stopped struggling, because she finally stopped. She let me sob on her lap for a minute or two and then told me to stand up.

When I stood up she said, “Look at me Michael. How long have you felt the need to be spanked?” “Mrs Danner, I havvvve wanted t t to beeee spaaaaankked forrr a long time; since I waaaas thirteen.” I stammered when I spoke while trying to recover from the thrashing that I had just gotten. “Well, you should have just asked me before. I would have been happy to blister your bottom for you. As a matter of fact, now I will not hesitate to punish you whenever I feel that you deserve it. Is that understood?” “Yes ma’am”, I replied. “Good, now go stand in that corner for fifteen minutes with your hands on your head and your bottom on display.” I moved over to the corner as I was instructed and she stood up behind me and I heard her going through a drawer. The next thing I notice is a flash from a camera. “Michael, I am going to keep these for the time being, just so you can be reminded of the experience. Your bottom is quite the deep shade of red and you will probably bruise.” She ran her hand over my sore cheeks as she spoke. My hard on was coming back.

“Michael, it is almost three o’clock and the boys will be getting home soon, so now you need to go get yourself taken care of before they get here.” She smiled at me and grabbed my hard-on and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t bother putting your shorts and underwear back on, because I want to see your blistered bottom walk back to the house while in the sun. Now get going.” I turned to go and she slapped my left cheek lightly as I left. I was afraid someone would see me, but their two-acre place is fairly secluded and it was early in the day before anyone got home. I made it to the guest bedroom and locked the door. The first thing that I did was look at my blistered butt in the mirror. My ass was really red and sore. I was going to be bruised.