Spankings stopped when I was 15. The next three years my relationship with mom tanked. I grew cocky, and difficult. I was disrupting the whole house. She'd get really annoyed with me, I'd say the wrong thing, I'd get grounded, and be even angrier. One day she told me she wanted to talk to me. I knew it was going to be a serious talk as we went into what she called her sewing room. I sat on one chair and she pulled up another and sat right in front of me, and took both of my hands in hers. I was puzzled and nervous.

She said she had been talking to Aunt Jean, my dad's sister, about my behavior and how the two of us were fighting and Aunt Jean had told her much the same had happened with Ted, my older cousin, and after talking with Ted about it the two of them had decided to go back to her spanking Ted. It had worked well for both of them she said. Then mom said Aunt Jean had suggested we have the same talk and mom said to me, "Would you like to go back to me spanking you, Chuck? And, before you answer you should know that if you answer yes I'm going to give you a spanking today. Do you have any questions?"

I was shocked. More that Ted got spanked and for all I knew might still be getting spanked. So, my first question was, 'does Ted STILL get spanked?

Mom said she believed if Ted needed a spanking, Aunt Jean still spanked him, and if we decided to do spankings again if I needed a spanking, at his age, I'd get spanked.

Then I asked if I'd get spanked like I'd been spanked before. Bare, hairbrush, over her knee?

Mom said it would be bare, I'd get the brush, over her knee but I'd also be getting the strap too now that I was older and for the strap I might be bent over, or lying on the bed. Mom stood up, went over to a dresser where she kept her sewing stuff, opened the second drawer and pulled out a strap!

"I've kept this in case it was ever needed. This is the strap your grandmother used on me when I was your age and I can assure you it hurts more than the brush. Before you decide if we should go back to spanking I want you to see the strap and know what's in store for you."

My eyes must have looked to her as if they were going to bulge out of my head.

"It's frightening to see, isn't it?" I nodded and said, "You got it? That strap?" I was immediately embarrassed but she replied, very matter of fact, that this was the strap she'd had and I'd get it the same way she did. "I got it bare bottom and you would too."

"Today?" I asked. "If we start again ..... today?" She replied, "Yes, I'll give you the strap."

"Hard?"

"Hard enough. You'll know it."

If she hadn't got the strap out I probably would have said no way to being spanked at 18 but the sight of her standing there holding the strap was overpowering and I felt this huge need to be punished by her. To get spanked. To get the strap.

"Alright," I said.

"Alright? You mean you want to start spanking again?"

"Yes," I whispered and nodded my head.

"Okay, but are you sure? You know I'm going to spank you now, today and give you the strap?"

"I know," I said.

"Here's what we're going to do," she said. "I want you to think this over some more. After supper, when I'm ready, I'm going to tell you it's time for your spanking and tell you to come upstairs here with me. If you still want me to start spanking you again, you'll come along. If you don't, you can stay behind and nothing more will be said. Do you understand?"

I said I did and she handed me the strap. She said she wanted me to look at the strap and think about what I was getting myself into. When I felt I was ready, I was to put the strap back in the drawer and I could come out.

I was so focused on the strap, and what it felt like, and what it was intended for, and what it had once done to my own mother's bottom, and what it would soon be doing to mine, I didn't hardly notice her leave the room.

Eventually, I put the strap in the drawer and I knew I just had to be punished with it. That it was the right thing. That, like Aunt Jean and Ted, my life would be better if we went back to my being spanked.

That evening at dinner I could scarce eat I was so nervous and when mom told the rest of the table that, after dinner, she and I would likely be going upstairs for a spanking, likely because this time she was leaving the decision to me and I might decide not to follow her, I near died of embarrassment.

After dinner I helped clear the table and mom said to me very quietly, "It's decision time for you, Chuck. I'm going up now."

I knew I was going to follow, and so I immediately set off behind her and followed her upstairs, into the sewing room, where it all became very real for me as she closed the door. On the chair she always sat on to spank I saw the spanking brush she'd obviously put there in readiness.

To readers .... there is more to the story I'll post when I have the chance.