This story contains descriptions of incest and homosexuality.
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Even before Mallorie asked me to marry her, she had become very close to my mother. The two of them became fast friends immediately after I'd introduced them. I began spending less time with Mallorie because she was spending so much time with my mother.
My mother loved to share stories and reminisce over images with Mallorie. They spent hours talking about my childhood and every embarrassing moment of my life. One particular topic that Mallorie thought was especially cute was one of my mother's favorite stories as well. It was during my senior year of high school. I'd gotten a B- on an Advanced Placement Chemistry test. It was the lowest grade I'd ever gotten. I was an emotional wreck when I handed that test to my mother. She consoled me and told me it would be okay.
Until that time, I'd never been punished. I'd never been grounded, scolded or had my mouth washed out with soap. Mother always said I was her little angel who never did anything wrong. But that day, even though she didn't want to, I insisted that I deserved to be punished.
Mother and I sat together and discussed possible punishments. Grounding didn't make sense, I never went out with friends, I spent all my time at home. Corner time seemed juvenile. Mother tried to scold me, but she was far too amused to be taken seriously. We eventually decided a spanking would be the most appropriate.
I remember trying to be deadly serious, but feeling very silly while I stood in front of my grinning mother and told her I was sorry for doing so poorly in my AP Chem class. She couldn't stop giggling while telling me I needed to try harder and that she was very disappointed. Mother then had me lay across her lap and spanked me playfully. After just a few spanks, I rolled off her lap. I told her she wasn't doing it right. But she thought the entire affair was unnecessary and that I did not deserve to be punished at all.
After insisting I needed to be punished, she took me back over her lap and spanked me more firmly. I told her it didn't hurt at all. She spanked me harder. It still wasn't enough. It didn't feel like a punishment; they were supposed to hurt. Mother smacked me hard enough that her hand hurt, but I still felt no pain. On the contrary, I found it felt rather nice.
Mother tried several more times until I rolled off of her lap onto the floor blushing deeply. She touched her thigh, then looked down at me. With a huge smile on her face, she unnecessarily informed me that the spanking didn't have the effect we'd intended. Her eyes then dropped to my hands covering the small erection in my pants. To this day, mother still threatens to spank me which always makes me blush.
While Mallorie drove us home on the same night she'd learned about my first spanking, she rested her big, strong hand on my skinny thigh. She glanced at me while driving and without the slightest bit of amusement, she explained that there had been a few times during our relationship that she wanted to take me over her knee. Even on the night she proposed, when I hesitated before agreeing to take her last name, she told me she wanted to give me a spanking I'd never forget. But lucky for me, I agreed to take her name before she could act.
She continued to drive while keeping her hand on my thigh. We drove along in complete silence for several blocks, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Mallorie squeezed my thigh suddenly and asked, "Bobby, in the time we've been together, do you think you have needed to be punished?" She squeezed my thigh firmly and rephrased her questions, "Have you ever wanted me to punish you?"
In a very soft voice, I said, "I don't know." Biting my lower lip and squirming in the passenger's seat, I whispered, "Maybe? I don't know."
Mallorie didn't look away from the road in front of her. She kept her hand on my thigh and spoke in a very calm manner, "Bobby, I think you do know. I think you've wanted me to take you over my knee and give you a firm spanking for a long time." She paused before she went on to finish her thought, "You've wanted to know if I'd make a joke out of it like your mother did or if I'd give you the punishment you've deserved since you brought home that poor grade in your Chemistry class."
Biting my lip hard, I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I looked over at Mallorie calmly driving us home. My voice cracked when I asked, "Mallorie when we get home, are you going to spank me?"
Still not looking away from the road she answered, "Yes I am."
For the remainder of the drive, we sat in silence. Her hand never left my thigh and I found her touch to be both comforting and frightening. Deep down inside, I knew Mallorie was going to give me a serious spanking. It wasn't going to be a few silly swats on my behind. She was going to really and truly spank me. And I couldn't stop my mind from imagining just how hard she was going to punish me. My skinny, little penis was stiff in my pants and at the same time, tears rolled down my cheeks in fear of what I had in store for me.
We pulled into our driveway and I watched our garage door open through teary eyes. She removed her hand from my thigh while she turned our car off and closed the garage door. Before getting out of the car, she looked at me and spoke with a firm tone, "Bobby, I want you to march your skinny little butt into the house and wait for me in the living room."
My lower lip quivered uncontrollably and the tears continued to drip down my face. I didn't reach for the door. I sat there with my hands folded in my lap while I sobbed. I'd never been punished or spoken to like that before. Just the idea of the punishment I had coming was enough to make me cry.
She spoke in that firm voice once again, "Bobby, am I going to have to repeat myself."
My voice cracked and wavered as I sobbed, "M-M-Mallorie, I'm afraid. I've-I've-I've never been spanked before."
"Bobby, get your little ass inside right now!"
I burst into tears and opened the passenger door. I scrambled through the garage door and into the living room. I didn't know where she wanted me to be, so I sat at the end of the coffee table facing the kitchen, the direction she would join me from. I continued to sob and struggled to deal with my rising emotions while I waited for Mallorie to enter the room. I heard her car door open and shut. I heard her open the garage door leading to the kitchen. I held my breath while I listened to her footsteps cross the kitchen until she appeared in the archway that separated our kitchen from our living room.
Mallorie stood in the archway with the kitchen light shining from behind her. She had her hands on her hips and her legs were spread to shoulder width. Her silhouette was very frightening. She stood there without saying a word. We both looked at each other and I'm sure she knew the effect it had on me.
She slowly crossed the room until she stood right in front of me. She reached out and took my hands and helped me rise to my feet. Very slowly, Mallorie began to undress me. She lectured me while removing my shirt. "Bobby, you've gone your entire life without a proper punishment."
She pulled my polo shirt up and off my body while my sobbing went out of control. I was gasping for breaths while she began to undo my belt and dockers.
"Your mother isn't the type of woman who could ever give you the punishments you deserved." She paused to have me sit back down on the coffee table so she could remove my shoes and socks. "Bobby, if you had been my son, you would have spent a substantial amount of time laying over my knee. You would have had a very red and tender bottom on a regular basis."
She paused again to have me stand so she could lower my dockers and underpants to my ankles before having me step out of them. My skinny, prong of a penis was standing up straight and had left a moist spot in my underwear.
Completely naked before her, she looked at me and I suddenly felt like a disobedient boy. Rising to her feet and taking my hand, she led me to the couch. After taking a seat in the middle, she pulled me face-down, across her broad lap. My arm closest to her was trapped between our bodies. She took hold of my other wrist and twisted that arm behind my back. With her free hand, she gently rubbed my clenched butt cheeks.
"Bobby, this is going to be your first real spanking. But I can guarantee you, this won't be your last. From now on, if you disappoint me, I'm going to punish you. Sweetheart, even when you're well behaved, I'm going to begin giving you maintenance spankings to ensure you continue to behave. Do you understand me, young man?"
Her choice of words and her tone made me feel even more like a naughty little boy. I was bawling and struggling to breathe by that point. I tried to answer her question, but I couldn't stop crying.
When her touch left my bottom, it was only for a split second before her open palm came crashing down against my pale cheeks. I wailed out in pain and surprise. She growled, "Well?"
I squealed in a very high pitch, "Yes! Yes, I understand!"
