Chapter 3: The Stinging Nettle Season Was Open
Special thanks to Erosite for editing this story.
I went to playground and, as I had thought, there were many three-foot-long nettle stalks under some elder bushes. Aroused about how a spanking with these switches would feel, I gently touched one of the soft green leaves with my fingers. It hardly hurt. In my imagination the sensation was much more painful. Maybe as a child I was more sensitive. I picked one leaf and inspected it closely. The stinging leaves looked harmful. Nervously, I pressed the lead against the back of my hand; it caused an immediate painful but pleasant sensation.
Although stinging nettle tea is said to be healthy, though I can't recall against which diseases, and collecting stinging nettles is not unusual, I didn't want to walk around with a bouquet of them so I fetched a black plastic bag from my flat. I picked about seven stalks and stashed them in the bag. My fingers hurt. I should have used gloves.
Eagerly I went back to Ramona. "Here, I have a nice present for you," I said smiling, and presented the nettles to her like a bouquet of flowers.
Ramona smiled, "You are a nice boy."
Like an amateur actor she chafed her hands in an exaggerated way to express her pleasant anticipation and put on her thick rimmed glasses. I don't know whether she wanted to look more stern, or to see the effect of the nettles on my skin, or the suffering on my face, more clearly.
With a dish towel she grabbed one stinging nettle and ordered with a soft voice, "Get undressed, darling." Submissively I obeyed while Ramona, now fully dressed, watched me.
"Stand up straight, hands behind your back," she added sternly.
While I took the ordered position, Ramona grabbed one nettle stalk and gently caressed my exposed body. "Do you like it?" Ramona asked smiling. Not waiting for an answer, she stroked my bum. "Ahh," I moaned quietly. Her neighbors should not hear me. The sensation caused by the unusual birch was arousing. After about twenty strokes with the nettle, my cock was hard again. Aroused I left the ordered position and hugged Ramona; I pressed my hard dick against her dressed bum cheeks.
"Keep your position like a well-behaved boy or I will have to tie you up," she commanded sternly.
I ignored the warning and kept on fondling her breasts.
"Wait, I´ll teach you manners," she said freeing herself from my clutch. After giving me some extra hard strokes with the nettles, she told me to wait in the living room.
She fetched two of her old nylon pantyhose and skillfully secured my ankles and wrists. She then ordered me to go to the door and lift my hands.
Submissively I obeyed. The smooth finish of the door cooled my burning, itching bum. Ramona opened the door a bit and strung the pantyhose over its upper edge. With a sadistic smile she closed the door, turned the key and said, "Now you belong to mommy."
She went to the kitchen and fetched a rubber glove. Like a nurse readying for a rectal examination she put on one glove.
"Oooh. You look like a nurse preparing for a certain examination," I said, grinning.
"Maybe, if you take your whipping like a good boy, I'll give your prostate a nice massage as a reward," she said.
Holding the bouquet of stinging nettles with her gloved hand, she started spanking my whole body with the bouquet. It hurt. But according to Ramona, the sensation I felt was not pain according to the definition of the International Association for the Study of Pain (IASP). Like a teacher who likes to hear herself talk, she sermonized about pain:
