As the visiting couple crossed the threshold and entered the living
room, both Beryl and Nick noticed the two dining room chairs in the living
room, sitting facing each other about 8 feet apart, but Nick hardly paid them
much mind. Not Beryl, however, for a big grin came to her face as she winked at
Maureen. Beryl headed toward the far chair and placed her pocketbook next to
the left side of the chair, much like Maureen had done an hour before on the
other chair.
Drinks and laughter followed, and talk of the big celebratory day
tomorrow was also brought up, with the two 19-year-olds excited about what
plans and surprises might be in store for them. Little did either know, but the
biggest surprise was going to happen that very afternoon, right in the very
living room that they were all currently standing in.
It was Maureen’s home, and she was the one to take charge, the master of
ceremonies, so to speak.
Both Robbie and Nick had always referred to the mom of their best friend
with the honorific ‘Aunty’ title whenever they had encountered each other.
Maureen was Aunty Maureen to Nick, and Beryl was Aunty Beryl to Robbie. Despite
their advanced age, the two lads had always been that way, and they each
maintained that level of respect for the mom of their best friend.
Maureen had placed her drink on the table, and she began the
festivities.
“Well, boys,” she commenced, “you both turn 19 tomorrow, and Aunty Beryl
and I have decided that we will get the birthday spankings out of the way
today.”
The ever-petulant Robbie responded. “Come on, Mom, we’re going swimming;
can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
Silence arose as Maureen looked at her son. It was the look that he had
seen dozens of times over the years, and it was one that he knew well. He had
already spoken his piece, and he knew better than to speak any further. If his
mom said that they were getting their birthday spankings, then that was
absolutely going to happen: there was to be no discussion about it.
Every year the normal process happens in each home. While it didn’t
happen every year this way, the normal procedure would happen first thing in
the morning. More often than not the two young men arose on their birthdays,
and their days would begin with a dusting of their pajama bottoms at the
earliest opportunity. They both knew about it, and they had often talked about
it, comparing notes as to who had gotten it worse each particular year. So the
idea of a birthday spanking was nothing new at all, but they had never been
spanked in front of their friend’s mom before.
Nick had remained fairly quiet during this initial discussion, unlike
the more outspoken Robbie. He might not have been thrilled over the prospect of
Aunty Maureen watching him get spanked, but he knew better than to argue in any
way, shape, or form. But both he and Robbie were about to be surprised. Not
only was Aunty Maureen going to watch him get his birthday spanking, but his
friend Robbie was going to be spanked by Aunty Maureen at the same time. Yes,
that’s right, the birthday spankings were going to be simultaneous.
Each woman took their seat where their respective pocketbooks were laid,
and the collective ‘come here, young man’ finger crook of doom occurred for
each of them. They were both a little embarrassed as they lay over their mom’s
lap with their shorts-clad bottoms sticking up high, but it wasn’t the
strangest thing in the world. They were both aware that they each got a
birthday spanking every year, the only difference this time being that they
were happening at the same time. Both young men even offered a giggle as they
looked to their side to see their friend in the same position that they were
in, and the blushes soon disappeared.
With a nod of the head, both women raised their hands, and down they
came, firmly. It was harder than usual for a birthday spanking, but it had
happened in the past where the pair of them got a little extra on their
birthday. Two maternal palms were dusting the seats of the shorts worn by their
sons, and neither of the young men offered any sound, even though they squirmed
quite a bit from the firm smacks. Yes, there was some bravado going on, and
each knew they would hold out for the 19 smacks plus one to grow on.
Because the pace of each spanking was different, one of the young men
had received more than the other, but if the truth be known, each had gotten
more than the required 20 as it was. It had definitely been embarrassing, but
they had survived, and neither would lose their dignity by rubbing their bottoms;
they were big, strong men now, after all.
As each waited for their hug, it didn’t come. Instead, Maureen had
something else to say.
“Now then, as this is your last birthday spanking as a teenager before
you leave home, pay attention to what I just said. I said your last birthday
spanking; I didn’t say that it will be your last spanking as a teenager. We
have decided to make it a special one. What I want you both to do now is to
take your shorts off, because we are now going to repeat your spankings over
your Speedos.”
Both young men were shocked, and neither of them wanted to remove their
shorts in front of their friend and his mom. It didn’t matter to them that they
were soon going to be in their Speedos for an afternoon in the pool anyway;
this was different. Neither of them budged an inch.
This time it was Beryl who spoke up, and while her warning was for her
son, Nick, Robbie likewise took heed of her words.
“Nicholas Adam Collingswood, you take your shorts off right this minute,
young man, unless you want me to show Aunty Maureen and Robbie what happens to
you when you misbehave.”
Those were the only words that were needed. In quick succession two
pairs of shorts were coming down, and Nick’s white speedo and Robbie’s light
blue speedo quickly came into view. They cast their shorts aside, only to be
reprimanded to pick them up and to fold them properly. Once they had folded
their shorts and put them on the couch, each walked back to their respective
mom’s side, but things were about to get a whole lot worse for the pair of
them.
Maureen stopped Robbie in mid-stride. “Oh no you don’t, you go over to
Aunty Beryl. You are getting this birthday spanking from her.”
“What? No way, Mom, that’s not happening.”
That was the second time in a very short period that Robbie had
back-chatted his mom, and that just wasn’t acceptable. Maureen rose from her
chair, grabbed her son’s left arm with her own left hand, and from the standing
position, her right arm began to spank away at the Speedo-covered bottom in front
of her and the backs of his thighs as Robbie tried to twist and turn away from
her.
“Don’t you dare disobey me, Robert Patrick McManus. I said Aunty Beryl
is spanking you. Now get your naughty buns over to her right this minute, and
you, Nicholas, if you know what is good for you, you will get your buns over
here right now.”
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