Saturday, 19 November 2011

'Remembering Mummy Em' - a readers experience

One of my recent followers sent me a lovely recollection of his discipline from a figure he calls Mummy Em. Please read and enjoy, it is a wonderfully heartfelt recollection which may strike a chord with some of you.


A naughty grown boy goes over the lap for a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking.


                      REMEMBERING MUMMY EM

Of all the Spanking Ladies I've been involved with since my marriage's demise in the early 90s, the woman I called Mummy Em was most like a mother to me. A self-described maternal disciplinarian in her early forties, she was short and dark-haired with a pretty face. The extra weight she was carrying didn't exactly help her looks, but it gave her a truly inviting lap that very soon became my place of worship, I kid you not.

Mummy Em had a husband and a daughter. I don't know that I ever met them, but it didn't seem like we were keeping any big secrets from them, either. A different story with the neighbours, however; more than once, I had to be reminded to be a little quieter getting my bottom paddled.

I'd grown up dreaming of having my pants taken down and my bare bottom soundly spanked across the lap of female authority. From at least the age of six, it became my greatest ambition in life. There I was, living in the heyday of child spanking, and yet all I ever got was the very occasional smack on the seat of my pants. I knew there were proper bottom warmings being given out, and I'd admired my bare bum enough in the mirror to be convinced I was getting a raw deal.

At the age of ten, I traded pants-down paddlings one afternoon with a classmate in his basement. And by the time I was 13, I'd begun spanking myself. Mummy Em's wasn't the first maternal-style lap I'd ever lain across, but it was definitely the most accommodating, both physically and emotionally.

Over the course of four years, I paid a visit to her every three or four months. Always in the afternoon; I was ready by then, primed for punishment. She welcomed me inside, we did the cash transaction, and then we sat and chatted. Never about anything too far removed from my reason for being there. Just a friendly getting reacquainted, and finally my admission of the naughtiness that somehow kept renewing its hold on me. It just seemed as though bare bottom spankings were the only hope we had of ever enabling goodness to triumph over wickedness.

For quite a while, we used the living room couch for my spankings. Just as soon as I was stood in front of Mummy Em while she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, I actively took on the role of a naughty boy. Maybe 12 or 13 years old, somewhere in there. And a bit of a chatterbox when it came to admitting that a good spanking was just what I deserved. And shame on me!

Originally, my underpants came down as well while I was still on my feet. I'd been religiously committed to that routine. The simple act of my pants being pulled down spoke volumes about my primal longing to submit my bare bottom for over-the-knee correction. I have no idea where such a passion came from, but there was absolutely no denying it.

Religious zeal notwithstanding, the routine did eventually change. My jeans came down as always while I was still upright, but I was now across Mummy Em's lap for some introductory smacks before she tugged my underpants down. And every time, she had to give the crotch an extra little tug just to make sure every shameful inch of my saucy backside was laid bare for her maternal ministrations.

More than once, Mummy Em moved to a new neighbourhood. And her last move made her bedroom a better (more private) place for spanking me. God, she had the most amazing bed! Enormous! She'd sit on the side to pull down my jeans, then relocate to the middle of the headboard with pillows behind her back. Lying across her lap on that bed was nothing short of Paradise.

My favourite spanking implement was a simple wooden spatula Mummy Em had gotten from a discount store. I'd be getting spanked, and it got to where I could recognize what we called 'The Smacker' from its delicious sting. Sharper than just about anything else she used on me. To me, a spanking's sting is like a narcotic. Once I've felt it, I just want more and more.

Truth to tell, my bum is more like a girl's than a boy's; round and smooth and jiggly like two water-filled balloons. The rapport I built with Mummy Em had as much to do with her enjoyment of spanking me as it did with mine. We kept in touch between sessions by e-mail, and I'd send her spanking photos from online galleries to whet both our appetites for the next time.

Spanking my bare bottom over her knee is all this woman ever did, but if you're devoted to something with your heart & soul, what more do you need? She spanked, paddled and strapped me in a manner as faithful to my boyhood fantasies as I ever could've imagined. And every single bottom warming was concluded with a rapturous otk application of skin lotion. I'd been to heaven and lived to tell about it.

Mummy Em's family eventually intruded on our relationship. We were overdue for a session and were trying to arrange it online, and she was literally there one day and gone the next. Disappeared. Non-responsive. Months became years. She finally surprised me with an e-mail one day, but she couldn't or wouldn't say exactly what had happened. And the subject of spanking me never came up. Our reconnection came and went, and that was that.

9 comments:

  1. I can relate to this story, I knew a Lady once with the same passion for spanking. She also was there one day and gone the next, I enjoyed Her zeal for having someone over her knee, and the spankings She gave were fantastic.

    I now have a loving Wife, and live a great life, knowing what is expected of me, and what happens if I don't walk the straight and narrow.

    Great Story!!
    THANKS
    james

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  2. Wonderful story, we all it seems have lived the experience of finding a loving and caring lap and then they move on.

    Great work, thanks for sharing


    Ron

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  3. To James & Ron: Thank You. More than once, I told Mummy Em she'd left her fingerprints on my soul. Her lap was such a safe haven for me; totally, utterly free of any feeling even remotely negative.

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  4. Btw, just so you know, that's not us in the photo.

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  5. Rennie has already thanked James and Ron for their comments, so I'll just add mine to it and say that yes he is correct, it's not he and Mummy Em in the photo, just one I found that I thought fitted the story.

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  6. A great story which certainly brought back lovely spanking memories.The third paragraph relating to when he was six years old could have been me as it was about that time I discovered my desires to be across a womans knee which grew stronger as the years went by.It was so important to me in my sexual make up.
    They say that men think about sex every few minutes but with me I think about the excitement of a spanking across the female knee and its always the older more mature type of woman that excites me.

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  7. Thank you for the comment and welcome to The Spank Shop, Alan. I hope we continue to keep you entertained. You are far from alone in your feelings, dear.

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  8. Thank you Aunty Andrea for your nice reply to my comments. I am absolutely certain that you will continue to keep me entertained.I am not sure if "entertained" is the correct word.I much prefer to use "excited"! Or even "aroused"!! At least there is honesty for you Aunty!!

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  9. I appreciate the candour, Alan. All I'm trying to do here is share what I enjoy with others, if you're liking what you see then I'm very happy.

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