Past Your Curfew

Cassidy was beautiful, she was tall, thin, with long blonde hair, a cute face, and a beautiful smile. I had asked her out a week ago and was surprised when she actually said yes. Cassidy was 25, a couple years younger than me. We both frequented the same coffee shop and I had spent a lot of time staring at her drink her coffee before last week when I finally got the courage to ask her out.

Saturday came, and I arrived at her house excited to pick her up for our date. She still lived with her Mom, who had a very big house for just the two of them to live in. Her mom was luckily not home when I arrived.

We went out to dinner, and the date had been going well, we made easy conversation and had a similar sense of humor. After dinner ended we were walking downtown when Cassidy started acting different.

"Hey, I think it's getting late, we should probably head back home now, I've had a good time."

"It's only 10:30, we can stay out a little longer! Live a little, it's Saturday night!"

We continued to explore downtown but Cassidy started to get antsy, and I finally gave in. As we turned around to walk back to my car, I tried to keep the conversation going but in my head I was a little hurt that she didn't want to stay out later with me. We got back to the car right around 10:55pm, certainly earlier than I was expecting to call it a night. The drive back to her house took about 20 minutes, the whole time Cassidy looked nervous and kept checking her phone, not as talkative or lively as she had been just an hour ago.

As I pulled into the driveway Cassidy spoke again. "Hey, you can just drop me off, my Mom's probably asleep now anyways, you don't need to come in."

"Oh no it's totally fine, I can walk you to the door, it's not a big deal."

"Oh, you don't have to do that-"

"It's really not a problem at all, and besides, it looks like the light is still on, I would hate to make a bad impression by not coming in, I can say hi to your mom, I don't mind!"

So we got out together and walked along the brick path from the driveway to her front door. Cassidy was almost shaking as she walked. I didn't understand why, did she not want me to meet her mom? I decided I would only stay for a minute or two, but I hoped that I hadn't messed anything up. The date had been going so well for the first few hours...

As we walked through the front door, a woman, who I could only assume was Cassidy's mother, was standing at the door. She was a few inches taller than Cassidy, and her blonde hair was cut more shorter and more conservatively, just barely reaching shoulder length. She looked like an older version of Cassidy that had aged very well. However, all I could focus on at the moment was the angry look on her face.

"Hello Ms. Taylor, it's nice to meet you, I -"

"Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!" Cassidy's mom completely ignored me and was staring daggers at Cassidy.

"It's 11:20, I'm really sorry, we were trying to leave but-"

"You are TWENTY minutes past your curfew. I don't want to hear any excuses, you know that means a spanking."

"Mom please, not in front of Brad!" Cassidy looked scared. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't even realize Cassidy had a curfew, what 25 year old has a curfew? But to get spanked by her mother at that age I almost couldn't comprehend. But the look on Ms. Taylor's face, anger and determination, compared to the frightened and embarrassed look on Cassidy's face made me realize it was serious. "I'm so sorry, it won't ever happen again." She looked like she was about to start crying, I felt terrible for keeping her out so late, I had to say something.

"I'm really sorry Ms. Taylor, it wasn't her fault, I kept her our late, I didn't realize it would be such an issue, it wasn't her fault"

"I think you should just go home."

"I just don't think it's fair for her to be punished when-"

"I don't recall asking your opinion. In this household we have rules and we have consequences, you need to go home so that I can deal with this."

I looked back at Cassidy, I could tell she was holding back tears. I could tell I wouldn't be able to convince Ms. Taylor not to spank Cassidy, she had clearly made her mind up. Cassidy had already given up on arguing and was resigned to her fate. I imagined that she learned a long time ago that arguing with her mom never worked and it was easier to just do what she said. I had only known Ms. Taylor for a few minutes and I could already tell from one conversation that she was someone who always got her way one way or another. But what kind of man would I be if I just left my date to be spanked while I drove home. There's no way I would get a second date after that. So in a last ditch effort, I said something that I hoped I wouldn't come to regret.

"Ms. Taylor, I'm really sorry for taking your daughter home so late. It was my fault that I kept her out past her curfew. If you feel that someone needs to be spanked because of this, I think I should be the one that you spank. Cassidy didn't do anything wrong, it was my fault and I deserve to be spanked, not Cassidy."

"No, Brad, you don't have to do that," Cassidy spoke quietly. She was trying to be polite and keep me out of this, maybe partially to protect her own dignity, but I could tell from her voice that she sounded relieved that I had said that.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Ms. Taylor questioned.

"Yes, I am sure."

"Cassidy, go to your room, we will still be having a talk later after I'm finished with this man."

Cassidy quickly left to her room and it was just me and Ms. Taylor. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, I could feel the tension in the air and was nervously looking at the ground, not sure what was going to come next. Unfortunately for me, Ms. Taylor decided to break the silence.

"Alright, get those clothes off." She spoke assertively, not caring how I felt one way or another. I was still frozen in place, this was all happening so fast, I couldn't believe it was actually happening to me. "Well...I don't have all night!"

"I'm sorry, I just didn't realize I was gonna be be naked." My voice was shaking, I was staring at the ground too afraid to even look her in the eyes.

"Is this your first time being spanked or something? I always spank fully nude on the bare bottom, I don't think it counts as a real spanking if it's over the pants."

"Umm...yeah, it actually is my first time being spanked, my parents didn't believe in it."

"Well they clearly weren't doing you any favors. Now are you going to strip or not? I can get Cassidy back out here and spank her instead, but you asked for this!"

She was right unfortunately, I wasn't in a position to bargain with her. I brought

Cassidy home late and I wasn't going to let Cassidy get spanked because of my mistake. I slowly started to take my shirt off.

"CHOP CHOP, I don't have all night!"

I sped up, pulling my shirt over my head, and then quickly taking my shoes off, and my pants right after. I was standing in just my socks and my underwear.

"You can keep your socks on, but get those boxers down NOW"

Something about the way she spoke, it was impossible to disobey her. All the reluctance I had about pulling by underwear off in front of an older woman eager to spank me disappeared, and I simply had to do as she said. She was speaking very loudly, making no effort at all to preserve my dignity. I was sure Cassidy heard her yell at me to take my boxers off. Not wanting her to hear any more of my humiliation, I quickly slipped my fingers into my waistband and pulled them down as fast as I could. They fell to the floor and I quickly stepped out of them and moved my hands to cover my penis. My penis had started to harden for some reason, probably due to the combination of nervousness and embarrassment, combined with the fact that a woman was asking me to get naked in front of her - even though it was just so she could spank me - was still creating some excitement for me. Regardless of the reason, my unwanted erection was making it harder for me to keep it covered up with my hands as it was pointing outward at an awkward angle.

"HANDS AT YOUR SIDE!" Once again, the second she shouted at me I folded instantly, my hands dropped to my side as fast as I could move them, my penis now fully erect and pointing directly at Cassidy's mom. "You are most certainly not the first boy I have spanked, I have two sons and they spent many nights crying over my knee before they moved out. When you behave badly, you lose the right to modesty. You obviously never learned this growing up, so hopefully I can help teach you."

She looked me in the eye when she spoke, not seeming to care that I had an erection. I wondered if her sons had erections when she spanked them as well. Cassidy had mentioned she had two older brothers, one had just turned 30 and had only moved out a year ago. I had to imagine that even when he was 29, Ms. Taylor would not hesitate to take him over her knee, fully naked, maybe also with an erection, and light his ass up until he couldn't sit for a week. If I were him I would have moved out as soon as possible, but maybe the discipline helped him. Cassidy made it seem like both her brothers were pretty successful.

"Do you know why you are being spanked?" I could tell she wasn't just going to spank me, she really wanted me to learn something from this.

"Umm...I was late bringing Cassidy home"

"Look me in the eyes when you speak."

I had been staring at the floor again, looking her in the eyes made me feel even more exposed, contrasting her fully clothed, to me wearing nothing but a pair of socks with an erection that won't go away no matter how hard I try. Looking up at her, I repeat myself, trying to force some confidence in my voice. "I was late bringing Cassidy home. I'm sorry and I won't let it happen again in the future."

"Well that's good to hear, but actions still have consequences. I had never met you before and you had taken my daughter out. When 11pm had past and she still wasn't back I had no idea where she was or what you could be doing to her. Do you understand why that would make me worried."

I felt a lump growing in my throat, I hadn't thought of it that way but when she spoke to me it felt so obvious. I genuinely started to feel guilty about keeping Cassidy out too late. "Yes, I understand," I meekly replied.

"Yes I understand Ma'am," she fired back at me.

"Yes I understand Ma'am." My penis was now harder than it had ever been, possibly in my whole life. I was not at all looking forward to the spanking, but being made to call her ma'am was clearly affecting me in some way and my body didn't seem to care about what was going to happen.

"From now until your punishment is over, you will have no say in what happens to you. When I tell you to do something you will say Yes Ma'am, and then do it immediately. Saying no is not an option, you will not say anything, but yes ma'am. I understand that this will hurt, you are allowed to cry and kick around a little bit, but try your best to stay still and keep your butt in position for me to spank you at all times. If you try to get away or block my spanks, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Very good." She then walked behind the couch and pulled out a folding chair, unfolded it and placed it in the middle of the room. She sat down in the chair, looked me in the eye, and tapped her hand on her lap twice. "Get over my lap."

As I quickly walked over to her, I thought about the chair. It was clearly a chair only used for spanking. It was hidden behind the couch, I hadn't seen it until just now. But it was there the whole time, ready to be pulled out in a second. I'm sure that it was always there and was regularly pulled out, whenever Ms. Taylor deemed it necessary. I was now standing to the right of Ms. Taylor, and she was looking up at me. Not wanting to anger her more, I quickly crawled over her legs, my erection awkwardly brushing against her legs. Like a pro, she adjusted her legs so that my erection fell between her thighs, further confirming my suspicions that her older sons often had erections when they were spanked.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Without warning, the spanking began, and it began hard. She was alternating between cheeks and was clearly a seasoned pro. Less than ten smacks into the spanking and it was already hurting quite a bit. As this was my first ever spanking, I had no basis of what to expect, but even in my imagination, it wasn't this hard. Somehow I had hoped that it would be quiet and Cassidy wouldn't be able to hear it, but each smack was loud and stinging, and echoed through the whole house. Now my goal was to not let Cassidy hear me scream or cry. The only thing stopping me from crying out in pain currently was not wanting Cassidy to hear me embarrass myself even more.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

We were now a few minutes in and while I was still managing to keep quiet, I was kicking my legs around, almost uncontrollably.

"HOLD STILL," she shouted to me. "Don't try and move away, I'll have Cassidy hold you down if you can't keep still!"

The thought of the first time Cassidy seeing me naked, to be her holding me in place so I can be spanked more efficiently by her mother was a horrifying thought to me. I suddenly had a lot more control over my body and held relatively still while Ms. Taylor continued to spank me with her hand as hard as she could for another minute. Finally, the spanking ended, very abruptly. My bottom was relieved, but I was filled with dread as I knew it couldn't possibly be over.

"Get up," She commanded.

I quickly got up, standing to the right of her. Five or so minutes of hard spanking had made my erection finally go away. In fact, the spanking had such an effect that my penis had started to shrivel up and was almost retracting in on itself and looked much smaller than usual. This was of course much more embarrassing than the erection I had earlier, but I fought back the urge I had to cover myself, as I knew that wouldn't end well. Ms. Taylor again pain no mind to my penis and instead looked me in the eye and said: "Walk down the hall and to the right is the kitchen. In the left corner of the kitchen you will see several wooden spoons hanging on the wall. Please take one and bring it back here and hand it to me, then get back over my knee to continue your spanking."

"Yes Ma'am," I replied. I knew something like this was coming but having it confirmed made me wish I was back over her knee being hand spanked. At least I knew what that felt like as my bottom burned as I walked into the kitchen. I had only been naked in front of two other women before today, and now I'm fully naked in the house of a near stranger looking through her kitchen to find an implement for her to spank me with. I looked at the wall and saw three wooden spoons. They all were about the same level of thickness, one was more like a spork with little prongs at the end which I didn't think I wanted near my butt. So I grabbed the one in the middle. I weighed it in my hand and knew that I was in for trouble. It was decently thick, thicker than any wooden spoon in my apartment, and pretty long. Perfect for generating power, and inflicting pain on me. Unfortunately, I didn't have a better option, so I quickly walked back, fearing what would happen if I kept her waiting.

"Here you go Ma'am," I said as I handed the wooden spoon to her. As I spoke, I remembered that I wasn't supposed to say anything other than 'Yes Ma'am' to her, and hoped she wouldn't decide to punish me for that. But luckily she didn't mind, I crawled back over her legs, my now flaccid penis rubbing against her legs but not needing to go between them.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The wooden spoon hurt at least five times more than her hand did. She sent a hard flurry of swats, all on my left cheek, harder and faster than she had been going ith her hand. I realized that the hand spanking that had hurt so bad was only a warmup, and the real spanking was only just now beginning. She shifted from spanking my left cheek to spanking my right cheek and without warning I started shouting:

"OW OW, GODDAMMIT!" Cassidy could surely hear me scream, but my shouts were the only thing preventing me from crying, which I certainly didn't want Cassidy to hear. But suddenly the flurry of spanks stopped and I was being being lifted off of Ms. Taylor's lap by the ear.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY BOY!" Before when Ms. Taylor yelled at me, she sounded more disappointed than anything. But now I could hear the anger in her voice. "We do NOT take the Lords name in vain in THIS household." And just like that I was being dragged by the ear, fully naked, down the hallway. We turned left into a room I hadn't been to before. It turned out to be the bathroom. Still holding my ear in one hand, Ms. Taylor turned the sink on with the other hand.

"You have a dirty filthy mouth, and we are going to wash it clean!" She opened up a drawer and pulled out a fresh bar of soap still wrapped in it's packaging. She began to open the soap, and I realized what was about to happen. "I suppose your parents never washed you mouth out with soap before either" she said while rinsing the soap under the water. "What you just said, was one of the worst things a person can say. You will get additional spankings for this, but beforehand, I need to wash your mouth out with this soap. I think it's the best way for you to learn that that kind of language is absolutely unacceptable."

"Bend over." She pointed to the counter, I placed my elbows on the counter, and bent over, my head above the sink, water still running. "Stick your tongue out." I immediately complied. She began to rub the lathered up soap over my tongue. The taste was bitter and disgusting. My mouth was drying up when she shoved the soap much deeper into my mouth. "Bite Down," she commanded. I did as she said as I had no other option. My teeth sank into the bar of soap and the flavor of the soap really took over my entire mouth. I wanted nothing more than to spit the soap out and rinse my mouth out with water but didn't dare to do anything that would anger her more. It was at this time that I realized my erection had came back. Something about being bossed around by an older woman seemed to be causing it. I would have to analyze that later, but a sudden smack to my bottom forced my attention back to my present situation.

"OW," I shouted, as the soap hell out of my mouth from my shout.

"Put that back in RIGHT NOW!"

"Sorry sorry sorry!" I scrambled to grab the soap and bite back down on it as fast as I could, hoping I wouldn't get any extras for that.

"You are going to keep that soap in your mouth for five minutes while I spank you with this hairbrush. Then you will come back to the living room to finish your spanking. Nod your head to show that you understand me."

I nodded my head, and bit down harder on the soap, determined not to drop it again. The longer I kept the soap in my mouth, the worse the taste got. The hairbrush hurt much worse than her hand, but was slightly better than the wooden spoon. A few minutes in, i was tapping my legs up and down while trying to still keep my butt in place so Ms. Taylor could keep spanking me. I was gripping the counter as hard as I could because I knew if I let go I would try to cover my bottom, which would only make things worse.

Finally, the spanks stopped, and Ms. Taylor grabbed the soap and pulled it out of my mouth. I went to grab my tongue but she quickly swatted my hand away. "You can wash your mouth out once the spanking is over." My mouth still tasted awful and I wanted nothing more than to rinse it out. But if Ms. Taylor said no I didn't really have a choice. She grabbed me by the ear again and we walked back to the living room.