jasonsfall

Jason limped into the house and closed the door quietly
behind him. He just wanted to get to his room and put his foot
up without his mother seeing him. He took two steps before he
heard his mother's voice.

     "Jason, what happened? Why are you limping?" Maureen
O'Connell asked her son.

"I, uh, tripped over something. I guess. I don't know
what. I think I sprained my ankle. I'm just going to go to my
room."

     "No, honey, you sit right here in the living room and put
your feet up. I want to look at that ankle."

     Jason hobbled over to the sofa and sat down. his mother
helped him put his feet up and checked his ankle.

     "It's swollen, but it isn't broken. I'll get some ice."

     Maybe this won't be so bad, Jason thought.

     Maureen came back with an ice pack, aspirin and a glass of
water.

     "Take the aspirin, honey, it will help reduce the swelling."
Maureen placed the ice pack on Jason's ankle and put a pillow
under it.

     "Now, I'm going to get your favorite videos and some snacks
for you and I'm just going to be your very own private nurse
until that ankle heals," Maureen promised her son with a
sympathetic smile and concern in her large green eyes. With a
toss of her red hair, she turned toward the kitchen, her short
gathered skirt swirling against her thighs.

     "Okay, Mom. Thanks." This could, in fact, be great.

     And Maureen was as good as her word. She waited on her son,
who never hesitated to call out to her whenever he wanted
something. (Mom, I need more soda. Mom, will you put in another
video? Mom, can I have some ice cream? We're out? Will you go
to the store? etc., and all day).

     The following morning on her way to check her son's ankle,
praying with every step it was back to normal, the phone rang.

     "Hello?"

     "Hello. Is this Mrs. O'Connell?"

     "Yes."

     "Hi. I'm Gabrielle. I'm new to the neighborhood. I live
about two houses away from you. I ..."

     "Oh, yes. I know who you are. I've been meaning to
introduce myself to you. I'm so glad you called."

     "Yes. I'd like to meet you, too. But today, I, uh, do you
have a son named Jason?"

     "Yes, I do."

     "Well, I wanted to make sure he was all right."

     "Yes, he's fine. Why do you ask?"

     "He was standing outside by bedroom window yesterday on a
stack of milk crates and I know he watched me undress. I didn't
know he was there until I heard a loud crash. When I went to the
window, he was on the ground and the milk crates had fallen. I
was afraid he'd hurt himself so I went outside to help him but by
the time I put on a robe and got to my front yard, he was gone.
I don't want to make a big deal out of this, Mrs. O'Connell, boys
will be boys, but I would appreciate it if you would speak to him
and ask him not to look in my window again. I understand a boy's
natural curiosity, but I do need my privacy. And I hope he
didn't hurt himself too badly. It looked like he may have
sprained his ankle."

     "He did sprain his ankle and, believe me, I'll do more than
speak to him. He's going to get his curious little bottom
spanked for that stunt."

     "Spanked? Maybe he's younger than I thought. He looked to
be about 12."

     "He is 12. And as long as he lives with his father and me,
he is going to get spanked whenever he behaves like a naughty
little boy. I can assure you that he will not invade your
privacy again, Gabrielle, and I appreciate your calling."

     "Please don't be too hard on him."

     "Hard on his bottom is exactly what I'm going to be. He
needs to learn."

     When Maureen hung up she walked directly into her son's
bedroom and sat on his bed.

     "Let's take a look at that ankle."

     "I think it's a little better, Mom. But I think I'd better
hang out on the sofa again today."

     "You do, huh?" Maureen threw back the covers and looked at
her son's ankle. The swelling was gone. It was back to normal.

     "It looks pretty good. Get out of bed and stand on it."

     Jason gave the performance of his life while struggling to
get out of bed. Standing up, his straight blond hair hanging in
his dark blue eyes, he grimmaced in pain while trying to put
weight on one foot.

     "Good. Now let's see if you can get yourself across my
knee," Maureen said, patting her bare legs.

     "What? Why?"

     "I'll tell you while I'm spanking you."

     It didn't take Jason long to figure out what had happened.
And experience had taught him that when his mother said 'over my
knee', she meant it. Any kind of delay would only make it worse
for him. So, he placed himself in the familiar position.
Maureen pulled down the sweat shorts Jason was wearing and then
reached up and began pulling down his briefs. She tugged and
pulled and slipped them down over his bottom and down his
muscular thighs. Looking at the white cheeks before her, Maureen
thought this is one of the differences between spanking a boy and
spanking a girl. Her daughter had gentle curves and a softly
rounded bottom. Her son, of course, had no hips, his bottom
looked as though it had been sculpted from marble and it begged
to be spanked. After his lie, and having waited on him all of
the previous day, she was ready to oblige. It was just good
luck, she realized, that she was wearing shorts today. Whenever
she spanked her children, she always made sure her legs were
bare.

     Maureen raised her hand and began with hard, rapid spanks.
Striking the hard flesh stung her hand almost as much as it did
his bottom. She began the spanking this way more to satisfy
herself. She would finish with the paddle, but this part of
flesh against flesh always made her feel like she was giving him
a real, good old fashioned spanking. It was certainly more
personal than any implement she could have used and she hoped it
caused him the sort of embarrassment he would not experience with
the paddle. Jason attended a private school where paddling was
routinely administered. The boys considered it a kind of badge
of honor and a source of pride if taken without a sound. Of
course his bottom was not uncovered at school and he never got as
many whacks as she gave. But a bare-bottomed spanking by hand
was another matter entirely. He felt like a child and there was
no pride involved except what she was hurting. Maureen used the
paddle to really make an impression on him, in more ways than
one, but it felt artificial. Her daughter's bottom wasn't so
hard and a good, solid spanking could be given with just her
hand.

     Jason's bottom was as white as a cloud, especially when
compared to the rest of his body which was deeply tanned from all
of his outdoor activities. She stung the milky white arches in
the middle, striking some of both cheeks before moving to one
side and spanking on one small spot over and over until it
reddened to her satisfaction and she knew it burned. At least a
little bit.

     Jason took it without a sound, though he couldn't help
jumping a little and squinting with each electric spank.

     "Gabrielle called me this morning, Jason," Maureen advised
while she spanked the tops of Jason's athletic thighs. "You
remember Gabrielle, don't you?"

     "No. I don't know her." Jason knew better than to pretend
that the spanking hurt by crying out with ows and ouches. The
fact was, and he hoped his mother would never know, was that the
spanking stung in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. It was
a sharp sting that almost vibrated and gave him what he could
only describe as warm shivers. That is, until his mother spanked
in one spot over and over. If she did that long enough, it
burned in a way that was very unpleasant.

     "She's the woman you watched undress," Maureen said as she
spanked the underside of her son's bottom as hard as she could.
"The one you had to stand on milk crates to see." Thinking about
this made Maureen even angrier and she chose a perfectly white
spot on her son's bottom and began attacking that with her aching
hand. "I'm sure you remember, Jason. The milk crates fell over
and you sprained your ankle. And I (spank!) waited (spank) on
(spank) you (spank) all (spank) day! You lied to me!"

     Now Jason felt the burn and he wiggled his bottom to get
some relief.

     "I didn't lie. I said I tripped. Or fell. And I did."
Jason shook his legs. His mother spanked.

     "You did not tell me you tripped over milk crates while
looking at a naked woman."

     "Well I'm old enough to look at a naked woman," Jason
protested.

     "If you were old enough, young man," Maureen said as she
smacked her hand down on her son's burning bottom, "you'd have
been invited into her room, not sneaking a look through a window
while standing on crates like a naughty child."

     He thought about the naked Gabrielle and how glad he was
that she was not seeing his nude bottom. Especially in this
position. Seeing her entire bare body had made him feel grown
up, even though he had been standing on a stack of milk crates
and peering in her bedroom window. Now, over his mother's knees,
he felt like a child again. He was embarrassed at the childish
spanking he was receiving, the erection he could not control, his
mother looking at his maturing body and the tiny stinging bites
that made him jump. He prayed that none of his friends would
ever find out about this. He was certain that he was the only
one of his group that still got spanked.

     Maureen's hand struck her son's hard chubs again and again
until she could no longer stand the pain in her own hand.

     "Get up now, Jason, and lie down on your bed, knees up."
Maureen instructed.

     "Mom, not the paddle. Please. I didn't even get a very
good look at her. I wasn't there long enough."

     "Up on the bed, Jason, now!"

     Jason knew this was the part of the spanking that would make
him scream and shriek like a girl. His erection failed seconds
before he climbed off his mother's lap. He was more concerned
about the paddle than with his nudity and he made no attempt to
cover himself. His mother glanced briefly, thinking only that
his body was developing even if his maturity wasn't. She had
seen him in several forms of undress and completely nude
countless times but she could never see him as anything other
than her little boy.

     Jason got up onto the bed, his chest flat on the bedspread,
his bottom high and tight, keeping his legs together.

     "You stay there. I forgot to bring the paddle with me.
I'll be right back."

     Oh, maaannn! Jason thought. It's bad enough to be spanked
and then paddled in this position without having to wait for it.
For reasons Jason could not understand, no matter how many times
it happened, his erection reappeared. He began to think of ice
water showers and baseball and anything else that came to mind to
get it back under control, but it was still saluting when his
mother came in. Of course, with the position he was in, Maureen
wouldn't know. Besides, she had other things on her mind.

     She walked up behind Jason, brought the paddle back and,
without a word, sent it crashing into his still-red bottom.
WHACK!

     "Yeoowwww!" The sting was real enough now; there was no
need for pretense.

     WHACK!

     "Uhhhh! I'll never do it again."

     WHACK! "You better not, but you're still going to get ten
solid spanks with this paddle," Maureen promised, as she raised
the paddle again.

     "Owwwww!" Jason jumped and wiggled his bottom, his legs
still tightly drawn together, his erection a memory. This part
of the spanking always made him wish he was over his mother's
knee again. At least there, his plump chubs felt cushioned and
gave a little with each spank. In this position, his bottom
was stretched tautly and there was nothing to cushion the smacks.

     WHACK!

     "OOOOOHH!" And now he bucked his bottom up and down.

     WHACK!

     "Owwww!" And one of his legs flew to the side.

     WHACK!

     "Uhhhh!"

     WHACK!

     "Owwww! Mom, I can't take it! Please stop!"

      WHACK!

     "Owwww!" His legs opened involuntarily.

     WHACK! He collapsed onto the bed, legs apart and straight
out behind him

     "Owwww!"

     WHACK!

     "Owwww!" Jason shook his bottom, the heat spreading across
his cheeks.

     "Now, young man, I hope you have learned to respect a
person's privacy. After lunch you will go to Gabrielle's and
apologize to her and promise that you will never do it again. Do
you understand me?"

     Jason breathed heavily and blushed at the thought of facing
his pretty neighbor but he was not about to argue with his
mother. Or the paddle.

     "Yes."

     In the early afternoon Jason stood on Gabrielle's porch and
waited before ringing the bell. Waited for the blush in his face
to subside. Waited for his stupid willie to calm down. That's
all he needed. To have Gabrielle see the bulge that threatened
to split his jeans. After a minute or so, his erection was onlhy
partially alert, and he reached for the bell. Before he hand a
chance to ring it, the door opened.

     Gabrielle stood in the doorway. Her black hair fell to her
waist in thick shiny waves. Her large ebony eyes were framed by
long curly eyelashes. Her full mouth was covered in a deep red
lipstick. She wore a stern expression and a sheer robe. Jason
looked at her full breasts and rosy nipples. He stared down her
shapely body to the triangle covered with dark curls and back up
again, wide eyed and open mouthed.

     "Jason," Gabrielle purred.

     He managed to look at her face. She opened her robe and put
her hands on her well-rounded hips.

     "Jason, if you ever look in my window again while I'm naked,
I'll turn you over my knees and spank your bare bottom myself.
And then she closed the door. Jason stood there unable to move
for a couple of minutes. Then he went around to the side of her
house and began stacking the milk crates.