Have you ever experienced that spine chilling, buttock clenching moment when you know with absolute certainty that you are about to have your bottom smacked? You have? Then you’ll know how I felt! Mother stormed into the sitting room where my little sister and I playing noisily and inconsiderately and I knew! I had not had it for ages but I just knew I was going to get it now! Straight away I knew. We were in trouble, big trouble, smack-bottom trouble and I shivered in anticipation. I don’t think Alice had realised but I did! As I told you I had not been over mother’s knee for ages and had forgotten how it feels – but I knew it was no fun. But somehow I accepted, even though nothing had yet been said, that I was going over her knee now for a well smacked bottom and that I deserved it. Too late for regrets, too late for “Sorry” I knew what I was facing; can you face a smacked bottom?

Then she spoke and confirmed my worst fears. Alice burst into tears, of course whining her terrified apologies – to no avail!

“I’m going to smack your bare bottoms. You’ve been asking for this and now you’re going to get it. Bobbie, …” that was me! “Get ready! Trousers down, please!”

There is nothing quite like taking your trousers down for a maternal spanking! Nothing. It all came flooding back to me, I remembered the last time. It had not been fun!

Mother always had had a most intimidating manner when punishment was in the offing. Her commands were always chillingly explicit and, I shivered, you could not get more explicit than that dread order “Trousers down!” Like most boys I knew there was no way out! I just had to cooperate, I would cooperate! It never occurred to me to object or resist or plead. She was going to smack my bottom! “Yes, mother!”.

Mother left the room and I heard the chilling, unmistakable sound of her picking up that heavy clothes brush from the hall stand.

I heard my sister snivelling with shock and fright.

I fumbled nervously with my trousers and my bottom flinched as I managed to undo them and they fell away. My mind was crystal clear as I contemplated my punishment. I wondered where she was going to do it? Which chair or would it be the settee she sat on? Incongruously I worried about having to walk across the room with my trousers round my ankles! I stood awaiting instructions with my bottom still safe in my underpants!

I watched her come back into the room and, yes, she held that clothes brush. I’d had the hairbrush when I was little but never that heavy Victorian clothes brush. I uttered a hopeless groan. This was going to hurt!

“And your pants!” she snapped.

“I know!” I snapped back!

She responded “Don’t take that tone of voice with me, young man, you’re in enough trouble already.”

“Sorry, mother” I cringed, eager not to displease her!

My hands slipped down the warm, soft, tender curves. My pants came down and my bottom was bare. I looked at my mother. She returned my look grimly! Yes, this was going to hurt! My mother took my arm and I wondered again where she was taking me for it. I was vaguely aware of my little sister who was watching my every move! Was she desperately telling herself she was not going to have her bottom smacked? I was ready to be spanked but, I also, wondered, resentfully, whether she was going to get away without a spanking! Surely not, that wouldn’t be fair!

Then came the surprise! Mother did not lead me to a chair but simply positioned me so that I stood by her left side, I was puzzled, but not for long!

“Bend over! Hands on your knees, please” and she put some pressure on my back to help me to comply. My hands went to my knees and the cheeks of my bottom tightened somewhat. I was going to have it standing here! I’d never had it like that before!

I felt her lift my shirt tail. It was all somewhat surreal! Here I stood, in the middle of our comfortable sitting room, my trousers round my ankles, pants down and my bottom bare. I found it difficult to believe that I, big lad that I was, was about to be spanked! I was soon to believe it.

“Now, keep still.”

And she started!

SMACK! I flinched as I felt her first hard stinging whack across my bottom. I howled at the shock of that first smack.

I knew how things would develop, how the plump cheeks of my bottom would warm up, begin to tingle, to smart, to throb and to hurt! That was what made a domestic smacking so uniquely effective! It takes a long time and you know that before you are released you’ll have a very sore bottom and be feeling very sorry for yourself. I had wondered how it was going to feel! Now it all came back to me! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her smacks wandered all over my bare buttocks and down onto the top of my thighs. In increasing discomfort I shifted my position. Mother saw my bottom, her target, move!

“Keep still! I’ve not finished with you yet! In fact I’ve hardly started!”

“No, please! It hurts!” I whimpered pathetically.

“Of course it does. That’s what it’s for!” and she carried on smacking me briskly.

Standing there offering my bottom was not easy but I was determined to behave and take my punishment! I’d had my bottom smacked before, often enough, but then I’d been across her knee unable to escape. You can kick and squirm over the knee but can’t get away but now I could have pulled away. They make you stand and bend over for the school cane, of course, but that’s different. The cane, even six strokes, much as it stings, is soon over. (I only ever had three! Author) This went on and on and I had to make myself keep still, put my bottom out and take it. It wasn’t easy but I tried, really I did, to be a good boy! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I had lost count, 40, 50, many, many more? I don’t know. I had been determined to behave myself and ‘take my medicine’ but now it hurt too much! I’d had enough. It hurt so much and I didn’t want any more! I tried to break her grip. She stopped smacking!

“If you can’t keep still I’ll take you to the settee and put you across my knee like a baby! Now behave!”

But I couldn’t ! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Big boy though I was I was close to tears. My hand went round to protect my poor, battered seat,

“Right!” she said grimly “If that’s how you want it.” and I found myself being dragged across the room, stumbling with my trousers round my ankles and with my bare bottom ablaze. She seated herself on the settee and pulled down across her lap! I howled!

“No, mother, please. NO! I’m sorry, I’m sorry” My bottom was so sore!

Mother settled me into place!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Now I could not get away but, at least, I didn’t have stand there and be brave. She held me down and, I’m not too proud to admit it, I sobbed like a little girl while she sated her temper on the blazing mounds of my bare, tortured rear!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Now, I hope you’ve learned your lesson. Get down”

So there I was standing, my blazing bottom on full view having been dumped unceremoniously off mother’s lap. She had made me get to my feet and told me not to pull my trousers up. I was shaken, humiliated, embarrassed and soundly, soundly punished. It hurt! I had never had such a smacking before. But at least it was over.

I watched mother get to her feet and turn to Alice!

Alice stood transfixed, weeping copiously, and who can blame her?!

“Now you listen to me young lady” said mother “If I ever have to do that again it will not just be Bobbie who has his bottom smacked! Just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean you can’t go over my knee. Girls’ bottoms are made for smacking too and girls’ knickers come down too. Do you understand?”

Gradually it dawned on Alice that she was not for it – this time! “Yes, mummie” she whispered


I was sent to my room to think! I would not be too keen for a repeat performance but, even now with my bottom blazing, I did not resent what had happened. Most lads, and certainly this one, accept without demur mother’s absolute right to punish us. Frankly, it is in our genes to accept the discipline of any fine, strict woman whether it be mother, teacher, aunt or even elder sister. Let’s be honest, many boys have a need for the secure knowledge that mother will spank! Yes, I mean it. You know where you stand, it establishes the parameters within which you and she work.

FEMININE DISCIPLINE! Where would we boys be without it? I tenderly stroked my bottom and thought about what had happened downstairs. It would all be alright when she had forgiven me, and she would forgive me but not just yet. Fair enough, I had deserved it!