A Spanking Experience
Mom and I got into an argument over something stupid and during this argument I acted defiant and somewhat disrespectful. It got heated and I called mom an asshole. She looked shocked and told me that if I were younger she would give me a damn good spanking. I laughed and said, 'go right ahead, I dare you.' I most definitely wasn't ready for her response. She walked over to the couch and sat down. She motioned with her finger for me to come over to her. I strutted over and said, 'what!' Mom told me to take down my pants and that she was going to spank me. I said, 'you can't be serious.' Mom reminded me that I dared her to do it. She then told me I was just full of hot air and that I was the one who was an asshole.
With that comment I took off my jeans and stood there in my bikini panties. Mom pointed to her lap and I got the idea very clearly. I laid across her lap with my butt sticking up. Another big surprise awaited me that I didn't anticipate. She pulled down my panties to my knees. I yelled out, 'MOM.' About a second later I felt the first smack on my bare rear. It was very hard and sounded loud. There was no way that I was going to give mom the satisfaction of hearing me say OW or anything else. After several seconds I received another equally firm smack. It stung but the sensation was very superficial. Mom then said, 'I'll stop when you say that you're sorry for calling me that name.' After a while the realization hit me that I didn't want her to stop. I was becoming sexually turned on by this spanking I was receiving. I mentally counted each smack. I never uttered a word. Mom stopped on her own after sixty two smacks. Her hand probably got tired. The whole ordeal had taken twenty minutes. I thought I was done and that I had won a small victory. I started to get up and heard mom utter a soft gasp. Her eyes were wide and she was focused on her lap. As I stood I looked to see what she was looking at. There was a small dark spot on her white capri pants. I looked down at myself and saw a larger dark spot on the crotch of my panties. Mom then saw my spot. She looked at me with total disbelief and said, 'the spanking caused that?' I just nodded my head. Mom said, 'OMG!' I left the room and went directly to the bathroom where I promptly jilled to an extremely satisfying orgasm. I then turned my head to see my butt in the mirror. Both cheeks were a bright red. It still stung quite a bit but that was OK by me.
When I came out of the bathroom I went to mom and apologized and we both cried. Mom then wiped her eyes and said, 'did you just do what I think you did while in the bathroom.' I said, 'yes.' She then said, 'I suppose you'll want me to spank you again. I told her 'most definitely!' I discovered later that whenever I thought about the spanking I would begin to become aroused again. I think what actually turns one on is a combination of factors. It's the feel, the sound, the ritual of waiting for each smack. It's the thought that your rear is bare and exposed and finally the thought that someone is, in a way, dominating you and that you are being submissive.
We have all heard about people getting pleasure out of getting spanked. I couldn't begin to understand how that could happen. I certainly understand now. As they say, don't knock it until you've tried it. I'll probably wait about two weeks before I ask mom to do it to me again.
A few days later I got one more surprise. Mom admitted to me that she enjoyed spanking me and that the only reason she stopped was because her arm tired. I knew it!!