Well, here I am, back in the corner. It's a position I knowwell though I can't seem to ever get used to it. My nose ispushed as far into the living room corner as it can go. Mybottom, bare of course, is slowly cooling off from theburning, embarrassing, childish spanking its just received.I'll be here for a few minutes with nothing but my hotbottom and my thoughts to occupy me.

You would think I'd be used to it by now. After all, I'vebeen spanked since I was a boy. I'm sure I was a handfuland I no doubt deserved most of the punishments I received.Dad used to spank me but he left my mom and me when I wasonly 7.

Punishments stopped for awhile but I turned into somethingof a terror and it wasn't long before Mom took up where Dadleft off. At least once a week it seemed I was being pulledover Mom's lap for an "attitude adjustment".

The routine was always the same. Mom would pull down mypants and underwear in one good, long yank then bend me overher lap. Once I was in the desired position Mom would makesure I knew why I was being punished then apply her firmhand until my bottom was red and hot and usually until I wasin tears. Then I shuffled off to the living room corner, mypants still around my ankles to "think about it".

The pattern was the same time after time until I turned 15.Then everything changed. forever.

I guess as with any boy who's been spanked through puberty,my bare bottomed spankings got more and more embarrassing.I certainly worked harder to avoid them but still every 2 to3 weeks I found myself baring, however briefly, my growingand suddenly hairy genitalia on the way to bending over mymom's lap. Worse, more often than not, I would be sportinga raging hardon in plain view of my own mother. No amountof pleading would have Mom stop baring my bottom. She feltthat the embarrassment was at least as important to thepunishment as the application of her hand.

When I was around 15, the Hendersons next door moved awayand Miss Balsam moved in. Miss Balsam was a very attractivewoman close to my mom's age and lived alone. She and Momsoon became the best of friends. Miss Balsam was alwaysover at our place or Mom was over there. They seemedinseperable. It's funny though, after awhile Mom's attitudetoward Miss Balsam changed. She seemed overly polite and Idon't think I ever heard her contradict Miss Balsam. It wasalways "Yes Katherine" or "Of course Katherine".

Anyway, with all the comings and goings of Miss Balsam andmy mom, the inevitable finally happened. I remember it wassummertime and Miss Balsam and Mom were perched on stools inthe kitchen sipping at some lemonade. I don't rememberexactly what I said as I went through the kitchen but it wascertainly not nice and as Mom reacted I know my replycontained a swear word or two. In retrospect it wasn't verysmart.

A heartbeat later Mom had a firm grasp of my ear and wastugging me towards a kitchen chair. My eyes sprung wideopen in horror as I realized she meant to spank me right infront of Miss Balsam! My panic struck cry of "Mom!" wentcompletely unheeded as Mom dragged my shorts and underwearto my knees in one pull. My traitorous cock was, of course,rock hard and I quickly moved my hands in a vain attempt tocover it.

The spanking was the same as always except that for thefirst time my embarrassing punishment was in full view of anon-family member and, worse, an attractive female non-family member.

When Mom finished tanning my behind and finally let me up,Miss Balsam got a full view of what I'd been trying to hideas I shuffled off to the corner rubbing my bottom. I thinkI remember every second of the fifteen minutes I spentthere, my red naked bottom on display to both women.

Mom and Miss Balsam picked up their conversation as thoughnothing had happened although the conversation now turned tocorporal discipline.

"I'm happy to see you take him in hand Mary," said MissBalsam. "Goodness knows, boys of all ages need firmguidance."

"I guess so," said my Mom.

"Of course so!" said Miss Balsam. "Why, if you ever feelyou can't keep up, I'd be pleased to lend a hand."

"Do you hear that Michael?" asked my mom. "If you give meany more trouble I'll have Miss Balsa adjust your attitudefor you."

The threat must have proved salutory because for almostthree weeks I kept my nose out trouble and out of thecorner.

My mom it seemed, was spending more and more time next door.She was so deferential to Miss Balsam that sometimes sheseemed like a kid herself.

I did pretty well for about three weeks before my mouthfinally ran out of control again. This time it was overhomework and I told Mom what I though she should do with hersuggestions of finishing it early. It was one of thosemoments when I wished I could have reached out and grabbedthe words to cram them back into my mouth but it was toolate.

Mom got real quiet and her eyes narrowed.

"Alright Michael, you want to continue to test me? Wellyou're going to learn that your actions carry consequences.Come with me."

With a firm grip on my wrist, Mom led me right out the frontdoor and toward Miss Balsam's despite my increasinglyfrantic protests.

When I went to pull back, Mom stared me down with a steelygaze. "Michael, if I don't get your immediate obedience, Iswear to God I'll spank you right here on the front porch!"

I believed her. Sniffling, I followed her over to the housenext door. I figured I was in for a repeat of my lastpunishment. I wasn't exactly right.

Mom walked straight in without knocking. I mean, shepractically lived there anyway.

Calling for Miss Balsam, she pulled me to the corner of theliving room. With a sharp tug my shorts and underwear weredown around my ankles and a short push at my back was enoughto propel me to the corner of another woman's home.

Though I silently begged it not to happen, my cock reactedto these circumstances by rising up to achingly hardattention.

Miss Balsam was now in the room too and she and my momretreated to the kitchen where they began speaking in tonesjust below my ability to hear. In a few short minutes theywere heading back into the room to announce my fate.

My mom came up right behind me. "Well Michael," she saidsoftly. "You're going to get your wish. Biss Balsam willtake care of today's attitude adjustment."

"Mom!" I implored.

"Mom nothing!" she snapped. "You do exactly as you're toldor so help me your next spanking will be on the porch!"

"Off you go Mary," said Miss Balsam. "I'll send him backwhen we're done."

"Yes, Katherine," said my mom and without further ado leftme alone for my first spanking with Miss Balsam.

The room was quiet for a minute or two. I could just feelMiss Balsam's eyes on my bare bottom.

"Alright young man," she started. "Punishments in my houseare done my way. The first thing that we don't do here isto give spankings to half-dressed boys so get those clothesoff right now."

"Everything?" I squeaked. This was worse than I hadimagined.

"Everything and be quick about it!"

I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long before I wasbuck-naked and back in the corner. Although it wasn'tvisible from behind, my cock was still rock hard and myhands were covering it in front. Miss Balsam, of course,noticed.

"Clasp those hands on your head," she instructed.

I had never felt so vulnerable.

I heard Miss Balsam leave the room and meander throughdifferent parts of the house. The waiting only served tobuild the anticipation of what was to come.

It was perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten when I heard hercomae back to where I was waiting.

"Alright young man, follow me."

I figured I'd be going to quickly get across Miss Balsam'slap but she was already on the move through the kitchen anddown the few stairs to the den where she stopped and satdown in an easy chair.

My hands had naturally come back to covering my hardon andMiss Balsam noticed as soon ash she turned around.

"Get those hands back on your head!" she barked.

I jumped as my hands seemed to fly back up of their ownaccord.

Miss Balsam looked me up and down, pausing at the sight ofmy bobbing cock.

"Step closer," she said firmly and I shuffled forward untilI was only inches from her.

Miss Balsam reached out with her right hand which held, Inow saw, a hairbrush. Using the edge of the brush shepushed at the underside of my cock then stroked the edgealong the length of it from bottom toward the top. I gaspedat the sensation.

"So, I see you being punished arouses you," she said."Well, perhaps we'll deal with that later. Alright, over mylap then."

Miss Balsam was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as I bentover, my hard cock came directly into contact with her warmthighs.

"Lift up Michael," she said.

I lifted my hips as instructed and felt Miss Balsam's handsnake down to firmly grasp my hard on. In one smoothmotion, Miss Balsam's thighs spread open. Her hand tuggeddownward, firmly pulling my hard organ down with it. Thethighs clamped together holding me in place by the end of mynow squeezed cock.

I felt one of Miss Balsam's hands on the small of my back,the other resting on my clenched buttocks.

"Like your mother, I think we'll start with a handspanking," she said.

The first smack came immediately and in a few moments mybottom was hot and red as usual. The spanking didn't lastlong and seemed somewhat less strict than what I was usedto. Of course I didn't realize that this was just thebeginning.

The spanks stopped and I waited to be let up.

"You're not quite dont yet, young man," I was told.

What else? I wondered.

I heard the sound of a jar opening then I smelled it as MissBalsam put the jar right under my nose.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

The smell was tell-tale. "Vics-vap-o-rub," I replied.

"Indeed it is," Miss Balsam chuckled. "Is your bottomwarm?" she asked, patting my behind.

"Yes," I said.

"Well it's about to be much warmer both inside and out.These pink buttocks are still clenched. I find that a signof rebellion and I won't have you being rebellious with me.Now, point your toes and lay the tops of your feet on thecarpet."

I followed my instructions.

Suddenly I felt both of Miss Balsam's hands at my tenderbuttocks. To my horror she spread them wide, wide apartfully stretching and exposing my crinkled anus. I found Icouldn't clench my buttocks at all to prevent thehumiliating exposure. To my surprise, the new position ofmy feet effectively removed any ability I had to keep mybottom clenched.

Holding me spread with one hand, I then felt the tip of MissBalsam's finger at my most sensitive opening. She tickledme outside momentarily then slide her long slippery fingerdeep into my body in one firm motion. She pulled it outthen pushed it all the way back in a slow twisting motion.The sensation drove my hips down involuntarily pushing mycock deeper between her thighs.

The finger withdrew leaving me feeling squishy behind. Mybody was already a riot of conflicting sensations but MissBalsam wasn't done with me yet.

For a moment or two she just held me still then I felt theprickly feeling of the bristle side of the hairbrushstroking my already sensitive bottom.

"Yes Michael, it's my brush and in a moment you're going tomake its acquaintance."

It was a another moment or two before I realized what wewere waiting for and I moaned as I did.

What had started as a squishy then tickling sensation deepin my rectum and in the ring of my anus was now becominguncomfortably warm. The Vics which would have normallywarmed my chest to treat a cold was having a much morepronounced effect as a lubricant.

At the first sign of my involuntary squirming, Miss Balsamstopped stroking me with the bristle side of the brush andturned it over to finish warming me on the outside. Thehairbrush spanking was fast and furious and almost instantlyhad me in tears. I was quivering when a couple of minuteslater it stopped.

Miss Balsam held me, stroking my back and buttocks with herhand until my crying settled down to sniffles.

"Your spanking is over Michael but when you're punished byme, some embarrassment will go with the lesson to make sureyou remember it."

At that I felt my hot buttocks spread again and a new touchat the hot circle of my anus. I realized right away what itwas as it pushed past my sphincter muscle. The roundedhandle of the hairbrush slid deep into me until I could feelthe bristles against my bottom.

"Back in the corner young man, and get those hands back ontoyour head."

With the brush stuck ridiculously from my behind and my cockstill stuck straight out in front, I shuffled forward to thedesignated corner to wait another ten minutes with my bottomon fire outside and smouldering inside.

I had pretty much calmed down when I was told to turn aroundand approach Miss Balsam again at her easy chair.

This time she was holding a ruler in her hand and for amoment I thought I was to be spanked again.

Miss Balsam reached out with the ruler and tap lightly at mystiff cock. It bobbed crazily at the sensation. My handswere still locked on top of my head and I stared stupidly asthe edge ruler now moved to scrape along the bottom of mycock from top to bottom.

"Hmm, still aroused are you?" she chuckled. Very well, youmay relieve yourself."

My eyes were wide. Surely I couldn't have understood herproperly.

"Go on, pull on it," I was told firmly.

I still couldn't believe it. Miss Balsam's eyes raised tomine. "Now," She said.

In a daze I lowered my hand to my cock and gave it atentative squeeze. It didn't take long. I was so worked upthat a few short strokes later my body clenched up to startan orgasm. The hairbrush handle still buried deep in meheld firm against my spasming anus as I cried out andwatched my cock spurt over and over onto the hardwood floor.

Miss Balsam smiled at me. "You can clean that up in amoment. Alright, back over my lap."

Again, I put myself over her warm thighs wondering if I'dagain be in for more punishment. Almost immediately I feltMiss Balsam's touch on the end of the brush still lodgeddeep in my bottom. It was twisted then teased in and outfor a few moments before being completely removed. I felttwinges from my just-spent cock at the sensation. My bottomwas still burning hot inside and I was grateful for the nexttouch of Miss Balsam's fingers covered in cold cream as sheonce again deeply lubricated me. This time the cold creamhad a soothing sensation. My cock rose harder at thesensation.

It was over quicker than I'd thought and with my cock onceagain hard, Miss Balsam had me stand again. Without askingmy hands went back to the top of my head causing a smallsmile from my tormentor.

"Back in the corner for another few minutes Michael," shesaid.

Dutifully I shuffled back into the corner, my engorgedmember at attention as I heard Miss Balsam leave the room.

My bottom was down to a dull deep warmth when she re-enteredthe room and had me dress and leave.

It was my first spanking by Miss Balsam but by no means mylast. From then on my mom would bring me over to MissBalsam's on a regular basis. Sometimes she'd stay and watchme be punished and teased, sometimes I'd be left on my own.On a couple of occasions I'd find other women at MissBalsam's. To my intense embarrassment they would bepermitted to view my punishment in its entirety.

The routine varied from time to time but it always includedme stripping completely and always included my bottom endingup hot both inside and out. You think I'd get used to thefeel of that brush sticking out of my bottom but I neverdid. It was always an erotic, scary experience. I did getused to going into Miss Balsam's and immediately strippingcompletely and going to the living room corner to stand withmy hands on my head. It was what was expected of me. Istill remember the first time Miss Balsam's hand touched myalways erect cock and assisted me to my completion.

There are a few moments that stand out firmly in my mind ofpunishments that would come. The first is when I arrived tothe living room to find a young woman about my age in one ofthe corners. I was stunned. She was completely naked andfacing one of the corners. She was very attractive at leastfrom behind. Her bottom was red from what was obviously arecent spanking and, just like me, she had the famoushairbrush sticking out from her perfectly rounded bottom.So that's what it looks like I though to myself.

For a moment I froze, not knowing what to do. Then, Ifigured that obeying my instructions was probably the bestcourse. I quietly stripped and put myself into the corner.Miss Balsam's entered a few moments later.

"Come here Sara," she said.

I listened as the young lady shuffled over. I heard Sarabending over Miss Balsam's lap and heard her gasp then moanas she was teased and manipulated much as I was. The cry ofher orgasm must have been embarrassing for her.

As I was called over to that same lap a few moments later,Sara was back in the corner. She stayed there through myentire punishment, making it one of the more embarrassingone of my life.

I saw Sara several times over the next year in that sameposition. I would find out much more about her than I hadever counted on.

The other moment that stands out firmly in my mind was aglimpse only but validated what I had expected for a longtime. Miss Balsam had been over at our house while I was atschool. When I came home, she was just leaving and smiledat me as I entered.

I went right up to my room to change into something morecomfortable and as I did so, I was stunned to catch sight ofmy mother in her bedroom. She was standing, naked in thecorner of her room, nose in the corner and, like she hadoften seen me, with a hot and red bottom. Her own hairbrushwas clearly visible sticking from between her buttocks.

I stared, fascinated for a moment, but there was reallynothing that I could do. I went to my room and changed.When I came out, her door was closed. We never spoke of theincident.

About a year after I first met Sara, I finally met her in asocial setting. Miss Balsam invited Mom and me over forsupper. Sara was there and for the longest while I couldn'tlook her in the eye. She turned out to be Miss Balsam'sniece. It turned out that my mom and Miss Balsam wereworking on being matchmakers. They figured Sara and I wouldbe a good match. I didn't realize how right they were untilSara and my first date.

We ended up back at her place and before I knew exactly whatI was getting into, I found myself naked and standing in thecorner of her room! She had learned well from her aunt andthen some. We've been together ever since.

Sara has her own style and expects me to perform for heronce I've had my attitude adjusted. She's taken greatdelight in trying all kinds of methods of doing so. Fromtime to time she even demonstrates for my mom and her aunt.I find those moments the most embarrassing.

One thing that almost never changes and that it how I'mexpected to wait for her ministrations once my warm upspanking is complete. It's how I'm waiting right now, inthe corner with the long handle of her hairbrush buried deepin my bottom. She says I'm in for a special treat tonight.I can hardly wait.

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