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Walking Home From School-Update
Last fall, I had a couple of entries in the Sex and Puberty forum area related to my encounter with a couple of girls on my way home from school. It started out with me helping them with their math problems at one of the girl's homes, but also soon led to me getting a handjob or a blowjob twice a week from one or other, a visiting foreign exchange student. It was a pleasant time for me, but it finally ended about a month ago. I felt that there was no need to mention anything here, but I've had a few PM inquiries wondering how things were going, so I am reluctantly bringing those interested up to date. Our fun time ended when one afternoon I was reaching an orgasm from a handjob and the girl's mom abruptly opened the door without knocking, since she by chance was walking by and heard me groaning through the door. I will spare the details but suffice to say that I pulled up my pants and got out of there real fast.
I arrived home somewhat apprehensive, but everything appeared normal as I greeted my Mom and sat down at the kitchen table for a snack with my fourteen year old sister. I got up to go play a video game in my room, but my Mom called me and my sister into the living room. At that point I was getting just a little nervous. My Mom was sitting in an upright chair and told my sister to sit down on the couch nearby. She said, "Joey, come over here, please". I walked over and stood stiffly in front of my Mother. She then sternly said, "I received a phone call this afternoon from Mrs. ******* a few minutes before you got home, and she described to me what she saw you doing over there. And I understand that this has been going on for several months . . . and often with an exchange student!" "Now, I don't like receiving this kind of call, young man!", she went on. I was speechless, as I could sense the determination in my Mom's voice and knew I might get myself into a deeper hole if I said something in my defense, blaming the girls, etc. With a voice full of her sense of duty, my Mom then said, "I need to correct your behavior, and I want your sister to see this and also learn from this!" With that, she grabbed my left arm, pulled me over to her, pulled down my jeans and underwear, and pushed me down over her lap. She held me tightly with her left arm over my waist with her hand locked onto my right wrist. I knew what was coming, but that first slap is always a surprise, as it takes the breath away. Slap! My spanking had begun. I tensed my legs and butt. Once started, my mom continued slapping away at my bare cheeks at a steady pace, and I could hear my sister giggling behind me on and off, as she sat just a few feet away in clear sight of the action. Slap! Slap! No amount of leg kicking nor twisting would allow me to break free. "I want you to remember this the next time you are tempted!", my Mom warned me. Slap! Slap! Slap! It was a long spanking and its stings caused my eyes to water. Finally, it was over, she handed me a tissue and allowed me to stand up, and I instinctively rubbed my behind. I was greatly embarrassed with an erection rising in full view of my Mom and sister, as she further instructed me to watch my behavior. She told me to pull my clothes up, and that was that. At supper, it was as if nothing had happened. That is my Mom--punish but don't dwell on bad behavior. However, whenever I am around my sister, she looks at me and always seems to have a funny little smile on her face, no doubt as she thinks over in her mind what she saw that afternoon.
I arrived home somewhat apprehensive, but everything appeared normal as I greeted my Mom and sat down at the kitchen table for a snack with my fourteen year old sister. I got up to go play a video game in my room, but my Mom called me and my sister into the living room. At that point I was getting just a little nervous. My Mom was sitting in an upright chair and told my sister to sit down on the couch nearby. She said, "Joey, come over here, please". I walked over and stood stiffly in front of my Mother. She then sternly said, "I received a phone call this afternoon from Mrs. ******* a few minutes before you got home, and she described to me what she saw you doing over there. And I understand that this has been going on for several months . . . and often with an exchange student!" "Now, I don't like receiving this kind of call, young man!", she went on. I was speechless, as I could sense the determination in my Mom's voice and knew I might get myself into a deeper hole if I said something in my defense, blaming the girls, etc. With a voice full of her sense of duty, my Mom then said, "I need to correct your behavior, and I want your sister to see this and also learn from this!" With that, she grabbed my left arm, pulled me over to her, pulled down my jeans and underwear, and pushed me down over her lap. She held me tightly with her left arm over my waist with her hand locked onto my right wrist. I knew what was coming, but that first slap is always a surprise, as it takes the breath away. Slap! My spanking had begun. I tensed my legs and butt. Once started, my mom continued slapping away at my bare cheeks at a steady pace, and I could hear my sister giggling behind me on and off, as she sat just a few feet away in clear sight of the action. Slap! Slap! No amount of leg kicking nor twisting would allow me to break free. "I want you to remember this the next time you are tempted!", my Mom warned me. Slap! Slap! Slap! It was a long spanking and its stings caused my eyes to water. Finally, it was over, she handed me a tissue and allowed me to stand up, and I instinctively rubbed my behind. I was greatly embarrassed with an erection rising in full view of my Mom and sister, as she further instructed me to watch my behavior. She told me to pull my clothes up, and that was that. At supper, it was as if nothing had happened. That is my Mom--punish but don't dwell on bad behavior. However, whenever I am around my sister, she looks at me and always seems to have a funny little smile on her face, no doubt as she thinks over in her mind what she saw that afternoon.
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