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Garden Party (Non PG-13)

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Posted May 20th 2012 at 02:10 PM by Strummer
Updated April 27th 2014 at 12:56 PM by Strummer (Adding prefix)

Yesterday began like a typical Saturday with me helping my Dad with mowing the lawn and other yard chores. The afternoon was open, so a friend and I were out riding bikes in the neighborhood after we had played video games for a while. Somehow, I missed the fact that my Mom would be having a church gardening group meeting in the afternoon in our home. After a while, my friend and I headed to our respective homes. I put my bike in the garage and bounded into the kitchen for a snack and a cold drink.
It was then that I figured out what all the cars in the driveway and out front were about. There was my Mom with her guests in the living room, talking about gardening. By that time, I had been making enough noise in the kitchen to give my Mom reason to call out to me: "Joey! Come here please." I set my glass down and went into the living room. My Mom motioned me over to her and said, "Joey, you're making too much noise out there. You're disrupting our group visit." I stammered out an excuse that I was hot and sweaty and needed a snack and cold drink. That was all my Mom needed. She does not like excuses, no matter how valid. Suddenly, she grabbed my arm, pulled me over to her lap, pushed me down, and pulled down my pants and undershorts. Of course, I knew what was coming. The tension is always feeling air on my bare butt and wondering when that first slap is going to hit. I did not have to wait long. My spanking had begun. Slap . . . slap . . . slap . . . slap . . . slap . . . slap . . . My Mom has it down to an art form. She has a pace, and it goes on for quite a while. I could feel the stings on my backside as my butt muscles tensed, but more humiliating was the audience. There must have been five or six ladies sitting there just a few feet away, all staring at me. I think I also caught a glimpse of my smiling younger sister who always seems to show up when I am being corrected. I was still sweaty from my bike ride, and along with the feeling of my Mom's open palm slapping my butt cheeks, I could also feel my erection as I squirmed around on her lap with my shaft between her legs, while she held me tightly with her left arm. Sure enough, when it was finally over and she had me stand up, there was my erection throbbing in the air as I stood before my Mom and her lady friends, trying to rub my pain away, getting my final corrective words of encouragement for several minutes. I do get spanked from time to time, but this time yesterday was one of the more humiliating episodes, with both my face and bottom red when I was finally allowed to pull up my underwear and jeans.
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