H ow did it all begin, you ask. Oh, I remember it well. I was sitting, rather carefully, on the grass in the rough, ‘jungly’, area at the foot of our garden. This was my private place where I could be alone with my thoughts and my thoughts that morning were very, very personal! I’m sure you know how it is after you’ve had a good smack bottom? Of course you do! Both of you feel awkward. embarrassed; there’s nothing to say to each other. She wants to forgive you, to give you a nice warm cuddle, but she knows it’s too soon; you, well you are a mass of mixed emotions! It’s not your sore bottom! Anyone can take that and, anyway, it’s beginning to feel rather nice. No, it’s more than that, indignity is probably not a word that would spring easily to the mind of a newly spanked lad but it’s the indignity of the whole business that you hate. You’ve been over her knee with your trousers down and your bare bottom in the air and she has soundly smacked it!. She did that to you! And to top it all you know she was justified, you know you deserved ‘a good smack bottom’ and that’s what’s worrying you! So, I wanted to be on my own while I came to terms with what had happened to me. I wanted time while I waited for our reconciliation which I earnestly desired.

But I was not to be left undisturbed.

“Hello” said a bright girlie voice “What’s up with you? You look like a boy who has just had his bottom smacked!” Arabella giggled then gasped “Oh, heavens, you have, haven’t you! Sorry.”

Arabella was the kind of girl in whom even an awkward gauche young boy like me wanted to confide. She was tall and slim, blonde and peaches and cream pretty and what I think is called feisty! I was at an age when part of me thought of all girls as either ‘soppy’ or ‘beastly sneaks’ while another part of me (!) was becoming interested in them and confused by them! Arabella, about two years my senior, contributed to that confusion!

“How thrilling!” she said “Tell all about it!”

“No” I sulked “I don’t want to. Leave me alone. Go away! I said, hoping devoutly that she wouldn’t.

“Of course you do. Come on! What had you done? Did it hurt?” She giggled “Did your mum take your trousers down for it? How exciting!”

“Leave me alone!” I whined, but she wouldn’t. She sat down beside me and purred “Does it still hurt? Or is it feeling better now?”

I could not keep up my sulking. She was irresistible!

“What do you think?” I asked with a rueful grin “Of course it hurts!”

“That’s better” she smiled sweetly “You know you want to tell me all about it. Was it over mummie’s knee?” she teased “Was it the slipper and your bare bottom?”

I blushed furiously.

“It was, wasn’t it? How awful. How long ago was this? Did you cry? Do tell! Come on, don’t be mean. I know about it now, don’t I, so you may as well tell all. PLEASE it’s so exciting, we girls never get it like that. I’ve never had it! Never and there you were just half an hour ago over your mummie’s knee and whack, whack, whack! I wish I’d been there!”

Arabella sighed. “It’s not fair!” she said.

“What isn’t?” I said, interested despite myself – and I think I knew what she was going to say!

“Well” she whined “If we girls do something wrong we get sent to our room, we get told off, we get our pocket money stopped or get made to do awful chores. Or we are stopped from going out for ages. Why can’t we have what you boys have? Why can’t we have what you’ve just had? I don’t see why not!”

“Well, you wouldn’t like it!”

“Of course not” she grinned “you’re not supposed to like it, are you, But then it would be over and forgotten. A good smacking! How thrilling! I say…” she wheedled “Let’s have a look!”

I felt I was losing control of this conversation – if I’d ever had control, which I doubt!

Arabella smiled sweetly! “Let’s have a look at your poor bottie! Does it still hurt? Let’s have a look you naughty boy!”!

She seated herself on the ground and patted her lap. “Come on, now, trousers down and over my knee with you! I bet that’s what your mum said, isn’t it? How scary! Take your trousers down, you know you want to!”

… and I did! Don’t ask me why , I don’t know why I did it but I got to my feet, unfastened my trousers and pulled them down off my bottom to fall round my ankles. Then I kneeled down beside her and put myself across Arabella’s lap. It felt so exciting!

“Oh!” gasped Arabella! “Oh, yes!”
I lay across her lap enjoying the feel of her beneath me and, increasingly, enjoying that wonderful feeling of vulnerability, of surrender. I knew, with a thrill, that she was in charge and I had the strong suspicion that what she said would be what would happen. I wanted more! I got more!! I felt Arabella’s fingers on my underpants and I lifted my bottom for her. Yes.

“Good boy!” said Arabella and eased my pants down clear of my still tender bottom. I wanted to feel her touch my bare cheeks. I squirmed against her thighs. This was all so new and exciting to me. I wanted her to punish me, I wanted her to smack my bottom. She didn’t, not yet! Arabella caressed my warm and tender buttocks with her soft feminine hand. I purred! It felt lovely

“Oh, my” breathed my new friend excitedly “Oh, my, that does look sore. You naughty boy! What did you get that for?”

“Come on, tell me, what did you get that for? You’ve got to tell me!”

I told her! I’m not going to tell you but I told Arabella how I had come to get my bare bottom well smacked over mummie’ knee that morning.

In feigned shock Arabella shrieked “Well you deserved a good smacking! You deserve some more!” and, oh the thrill, Arabella began to smack my already tender cheeks. She smacked them briskly all over and I writhed and squirmed across her soft girlie lap in sheer delight!

Thus began a long and mutually fulfilling relationship which lasts to this day! We soon knew that we shared strongly held views on spanking! We both knew even then that it was the privilege and duty of the female to discipline us males in the only way we understand. We both knew that all right thinking males accept feminine discipline in all its ritualistic glory! The games we played and still play are exciting and thrilling and, for me, frighteningly real. She is totally in control and I never know when I’m to be summoned to have a smacked bottom! If she finds me typing this I’ll be for it.

TOO LATE! SHE’S HERE AND SHE’S HOLDING THAT HAIRBRUSH!