At home mom was out on the porch, sitting on the same swing bench she'd been on with Mrs. Tabor when I'd overheard them talk of enemas and spankings six years before. She motioned me to sit beside her and said, "I've just had a call from Julie and I understand she told you about her spanking Chris and Tal? Bit of a surprise?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Well, I'm glad she told you. We talked about it and decided you should know. And, by now, I expect Chris knows you've also been spanked. Our two families are too close to have secrets like that. Julie and I felt it best you both knew.

"Another thing. Where they lived in the Middle East spanking was much more common in families than it is here. Families are more open about it. One result is Julie is far more likely to spank now than when she moved and she's encouraged me to do the same. That doesn't mean stricter rules but it does mean I'd be less forgiving, less likely to give you a second chance. Instead, I'd spank. Julie says it's worked well with Chris. While there were more spankings to start with now she doesn't need to spank as often, at least for the same thing. I've thought it over and I think it worth a try. That's what I think. What do you think? Give it a try?"

It was a day of spanking revelations. It was different when it was Chris and Tal getting it than this which was me! I managed to mumble, "I suppose so."

"Good. But I am sorry I have to tell you it's going to start right now. I asked you to clean up your room yesterday. It's still a mess. So, I'm going to take you upstairs now and spank you."

"Ah mom .... I'll clean it up. Right away." I protested.

"I know you will but you'll be doing it with a sore bottom. Shall we go?" she said as she stood up.

In disbelief I followed her up the stairs. At the top she said, "Go to my room and get those pants down. I'll get the suppositories." I had just undone my buckle when she arrived carrying the jar of suppositories with a rubber finger cot rolled over the second finger of her right hand. I knew the second finger was longer than her index finger and would deliver the suppository well up my bottom.

She took the spanking brush out of her top dresser drawer and a large jar of cold cream from her vanity. She placed it all on the bed and sat down pointing for me to come and stand beside her, on her right. My pants were already off and she lowered my underpants to my knees saying, "Let's get these out of the way."

With "over you go" she pulled and guided me down over her lap so my top was on the mattress to her left, my legs dangling down with toes touching the floor on her right and, in the middle, my bare bottom right where she wanted it to be. I knew the routine and put my left arm out and around her back and my right, bent at the elbow, on my back.

I heard a jar lid being popped off, the cold cream, and the whisper of the plastic top being unscrewed from the jar of suppositories.

"Tommy, what happens to young men in this house who are naughty?"

"Spanked. They get spanked."

"That's right, and what do they get before a spanking?"

"A suppository."

"And that's exactly what you're going to get now. Ask me nicely, please."

"I need a suppository. Please give me a suppository."

"Very good and why do you need a suppository?"

"Because you're going to spank me."

"Very good, Tommy. Now, let's get you ready for your suppository."

I felt the fingers of her left hand separate my bottom cheeks and then a cool dab of cold cream where lube was needed. "Here we go," she said and I felt her finger sliding up my bottom an inch or so. She removed it with a twist and said, "now the suppository. Hold on!"

I felt the cold tip of the glycerin suppository touch then start in as she pushed it further and further up into my bottom. "Ahhhhhh," I moaned. "Don't clench. Bottom up. Lift up your bottom for me." As I did she pushed the suppository further in and as the base of her finger rested at my anus I arched my back up involuntarily this time and let out a moan.

"Very good," she said as she withdrew her finger and peeled off the finger cot. "Now we can get down to business."