Sexy Disciplinarian, Chapter One: Getting To Like It

My mom was always big on discipline. Or, more accurately, punishment. Any misstep on my part found me with my pants down over her knee being paddled hard. At least once a week she was giving me bruises that would last two or three days. I began to realize that on some level I enjoyed it. I would get this warm, tingly feeling all over my body and an odd stirring in my crotch, both very enjoyable. I had no way of knowing at the time, this is called being turned on. The fact that she's a sexy woman added to this. Once again, I didn't really understand it, I just knew I loved the way she looked. Her beautiful face, curvaceous body, ample tits and ass, and those long legs. I would get a little bit of a warm feeling just looking at her. It wasn't long at all before the pleasure from her spanking me was equal to the pain. I still cried and wailed, but I didn't mind getting a spanking at all anymore.  At that age, I had no objection to bringing my mom the paddle. There was good and bad in it. I even started seeking it out. It was rare at first, but became more common. I think the first time was on one of the very rare snow days we got. There was no school, but the snow was so severe we couldn't go outside to do anything. The weather had knocked out the cable and the internet. All there really was to do was sit around and play board games. Bored games is more like it. My brother dealt with his boredom by screwing with me. I was grumpy and called him some sort of name. Mom warned us both to cut it out, and that gave me the idea. A good spanking would break up the monotony.  I made sure to make it a ‘good’ spanking, not just a dozen swats. I raised my voice and called my brother another name. That would have been enough for at least half a dozen. Mom said my name. I didn't let her get the words out to tell me to bring her the paddle. I swept my arm across the board, knocking all the pieces on the floor, and yelled at her, "Stay out of this!" Then I repeated some of the words I had heard my dad say when he was really pissed off. I had no idea what they meant, or if I was using them right. I only knew the consequences for using them. The look on my Mom's face and the tone of her voice were enough to turn me on. As I retrieved the paddle, I did my best to act like I really was angry and I was dreading my punishment. I handed Mom the paddle, pulled down my pants, and bent over her knee, in front of the family. She always spanked me as hard as she could, in a slow steady rhythm, making each swat count. What changed, depending on the offense, was the number of swats. This day I had earned a lot of them. It was a great way to break up a boring day. I was back over her lap a couple of days later. I was being disrespectful, and generally an all-around brat, when I was supposed to be getting dressed for school. Mom was so busy trying to get me to get dressed that she hadn't even put on her own clothes. She was topless, wearing nothing but little panties. I didn't really understand why or for what purpose, but I kind of wanted to pull those panties off of her and stick my face in her crotch. I just kept looking at her without listening to her. She finally said, "That does it! Bring me the paddle!" There I was, completely naked, bent over my mom's lap, her wearing only panties. She lectured me in a scolding voice while she gave me a long, hard paddling. This was the first time the pleasure was greater than the pain. When she was finished spanking me, it was all I could do to resist the urge to ask her to do it again. She did say, "Now you get dressed, young man. And you better not be late to school. If all your piddling around makes you late for school, you'll get the paddle again when you get home." I piddled around more, it was intended to be just enough to ensure I would be a little late. Of course, mom had no way of knowing that's what I was doing, that the spanking and the promise of more spanking had indeed had a real effect on me, just not the intended one. She thought I just needed another paddling to get me going, so she gave me one. When we finally got to school, she lead me by my hand right to the office. Mom told me to tell the assistant principal why I was late. Still crying from her spanking me, I stood there and told this man (and a few other people who were in earshot) I was being a brat, my mom had to spank me, and that's why I was late. All day long I thought about her sexy legs. Me completely naked, bent over that bare lap for a long hard paddling. I was really looking forward to getting it again at home. Mom was sitting in the living room when I got home and told me that I knew what to do. Indeed I did. Without hesitation, I brought her the paddle, pulled down my pants, and bent over her lap. As I laid in bed that night, I kept thinking about it. I had seen my brother play with himself looking at pictures of women in their underwear. He really enjoyed that. I decided to give it a try. Using my mental picture of mom in just her panties, taking me over her lap, I played with my dick. It took a while, but I shot my load to the memory of being over my mom's lap. This was just the first time of many.