OVER MOMMY'S KNEE

BY THOM

It was my mommy that so strongly associated sex with spanking and bondage that made me like the combination so much that today, as I approach adulthood, I can not have one without the other two.

When I was five, mommy put me down for a nap in the afternoon after morning kindergarten. I didn’t really need a nap. I think she liked the time alone and putting me down for a nap was a way of extending the school day. She was pleased, I’m sure the following year when I went to school full time.

So, I needed to find ways to occupy myself during the nap. I was reading by that time and I enjoyed coloring and playing with dolls so sometimes I would do those things. But somewhere along the line, while I was lying in bed, I discovered my pussy. Rather, I discovered that if I rubbed my pussy in the right way, in the right place, it felt really good. If I did it long enough in the right place, I could reach a point where my breath quickened and my body shuddered and I felt really warm and satisfied all over for a long time.

One day when I was totally occupied with doing myself that way, panties pushed down to my knees, lying on my back, mommy walked in on me. She told me that little girls shouldn’t be doing that and that if she ever caught me doing it again, she would spank me.

I didn’t particularly want to get spanked but I was used to getting whacked once in awhile and it was no big deal. Both of my parents would spank me if they thought I had erred somehow. Anyway, I kept playing with myself during nap time, thinking I would just be quieter and more careful.

Naturally, mommy caught me again. She said she was sorry but she would have to keep her promise to spank me since she had caught me again.

She sat on the bed and lifted me over her knee so that my bottom was upright on her lap. My panties were still down at my knees so the spanking was going to be on my bare bottom. She had come prepared because she had the leather belt that my parents used to spank me with.

As she had turned me over, one of my hands had landed underneath me. Instinctively though, I tried to cover my bum with the hand that was free. Mommy was forced to grab the free hand at my wrist and push it up my back and hold it so that it didn’t get in the way of the belt.

Part way through the 10 whacks I was going to get, I came back to the ache between my legs which I think was increasing with the spanking With the hand that was underneath me, I rubbed my sweet spot.

The connection was made that day, sex, bondage, pain. I lived for them from that day on.

I don’t know if mommy knew my game and was enjoying her part in it as much as I was enjoying my part in it, but I often would make enough ruckus masturbating to get her attention. She didn’t catch me, or pretend to catch me, every time that I did it, and I didn’t do it every time I went to my room for a nap. But I did it often enough and she did it often enough that I was able to enjoy a number of times when I would get my self worked up by touching myself and she would come in and hold me down by the wrist and spank me with the belt. By the end of that school year, she stopped telling me to go to my room for a nap and that was the end of our sessions like that.

Those times though only reinforced the connection of course and increased my arousal. My heightened state would have to last through the rest of the afternoon, through supper and until bed time when I could be alone again. As soon as I thought it was safe after going to bed, I would pound my pussy, getting over time after time after time. Being able to hold onto that increased ache, even increasing in anticipation has served me well through real bondage sessions where I had no choice as well as times when I’ve had to act normal, being with others, until I could take care of business.

Masturbating, just thinking about being spanked and held down, wasn’t of course, as good as the real thing. Without my mother, whose suspicions I didn’t want to encourage any further, I didn’t initially have anyone else to play my new game with. When I had opportunities, I would tie up myself and spank myself and masturbate. The problem with self bondage and discipline is that you can’t really properly do all of them at the same time.

I used to tie my hands behind my back (by tying them in front of me and pulling my legs through my arms) and spank myself with a belt or ruler. That is almost ideal but it’s hard to get off in that arrangement. I didn’t have a vibe or anything at 6 or 7 which I might have laid on if I had. I did try to bounce on a pillow or doll or something between my legs but that’s not the best either.

I used to tie my hands just in front of me and sort of reach around and spank myself and then it was easy to get off. Actually, too easy to get off because you can dig right in, with it so available. There wasn’t the sweet delay, build up, colossal release I was looking for.

The best arrangement was to wrap myself up in rope so that my arms were tacked down to my side but my hands free. I could get at my back and front properly but still I couldn’t hold off on getting over as long as I wanted to.

No, I had to find a partner.

When my parents would go out and leave me with a baby sitter, I would strip the clothes off of a couple of my dolls and tie their hands and feet together and kind of leave them laying in plain site. I wouldn’t make it any more obvious than that. I thought I had a strike with my bait one time when a baby sitter lingered over parts of my body that she probably shouldn’t have, while she was getting me ready for bed. I found that exciting too but it wasn’t what I was looking for.

Finally though, it happened. One of the sitters asked me if I liked tie up games. She said she used to play them when she was little with a friend of hers. They would tie each other up and tickle each other. I think she was about 14 or 15 at the time she babysat for me.

I told her that I did like tie up games and I asked her if they used to play with their cunnys while they were doing it. She said that they certainly did. That after being tied up and tickled, they would just bang away on their cunnys.

I begged her to tie me up.

I brought out the pieces of rope I was using on my self and gave it to her and I undressed. She asked me how I wanted to be tied and I told her a rope at my ankles, at my knees and my hands behind my back.

She tied me tightly at those spots as I lay naked on the carpet in the family room.

She was starting to get itchy between her legs and put her hand there.

I told her about the ruler on the desk and that I wanted her to whack me with it here and there and rub my cunny with her hands. At first she wasn’t sure she wanted to go quite that far but I think her arousal persuaded her. That was when she undressed herself and she couldn’t keep her hands out of her crotch. Watching her do herself was making it even better for me but she had to use two hands to do what I asked of her so she stopped.

I lay on my side so that she could get at my back side with the ruler. She reached between my legs and rubbed my cunny right at the top where the best part lives and I was quickly in heaven.

When she was finished with me, she wondered if I wouldn’t use my hand to rub her cunny and of course I agreed. After she had undone my bonds, I kneeled between her legs and rubbed her pussy as she had instructed me to. After a bit, her body shuddered and she let out a whinnie of pleasure.

I would ask for that baby sitter every time my parents wanted to go out and they would oblige if she were available. And she would oblige me as well. She and I progressed to oral sex after a little bit. She would force me to eat her out first and then she would finger me or eat me out before she untied me. Sometimes, if we knew my parents were going to be away for awhile, I could be tied up for a long time, punished off and on, so that my arousal would build and build before its release.

There was one time I enticed a male babysitter into playing my game. He was younger than my favorite sitter, probably no more than 12. I think I was around 8. He was particularly eager to get me naked and tied up. His knot work was spectacular and he soon had me in a helpless state. He tied me up kneeling upright. Hands behind my back. Knees and ankles bound together. Wrists tied to ankles. He was less interested in spanking me though he did use his bare hand on my bum.

His primary interest was having his dick in my mouth. Right after he had me naked and tied up tight, he stripped off his clothes, revealing his little boy hard on. It was the first erection I had ever seen and I was fascinated by it. By this time, I had performed oral sex on my other baby sitter so doing it to this boy didn’t seem that unusual. He stepped right up in front of me with his little hard dick and pushed it right into my mouth. He rocked his hips a few times and I think he must have had a little come into my mouth. I didn’t really sense a thing but his prick got small right away.

I asked him if he would return the favor with his hand and he laid me down on my side and fingered me until I came.

Finally as a freshman in high school I found a girl friend, Beth, who was like minded about this business. We became really close friends and while we were talking about sex one night when she was staying over at my house, I confessed my weakness for BDSM. She said she was amazed to hear that and that she had always fantasized being the dominate one in such an arrangement. She said she regularly tied up her little sister and pretended to punish her in various ways but that her sister didn’t particularly appreciate it.

We started our sessions together with a weekend sleepover but my parents were at home that time so it only wet our appetite. After we went to bed, she would tie my hands and tease me but we couldn’t make much noise so there wasn’t any good spanking. We did have pretty good sex though.

Finally, there was a time when my parents were going to be away for the weekend. We told my parents we were staying over at her house and her parents we were staying over at mine. Luckily we didn’t get caught at that because kids were pulling that trick all of the time to throw huge parties.

It was sweet having so much time and the house to ourselves. There were a few things I had wanted to try with someone who was willing to help me out. For sure, Beth was willing to help me out. In fact she was more than willing to help me out.

The first scene I asked her to do involved tying be standing, spread eagle between two poles in the basement. I stripped off my clothes and Beth tied ropes to my ankles and wrists and then pulled them tightly apart. She knotted them on to the tops and bottom of the support poles, pulling my limbs apart as far as she could. It was deliciously painful and I felt gloriously exposed. My bottom was spread so far apart that my slit was pulled open.

For the first part of the punishment, I wanted to be blindfolded so that I wouldn't know where the whacks were going to land. Beth used a riding crop for this part. She was a bit timid at first but as I asked her to hit me harder, her enthusiasm built. She whacked me several times on my open pussy, only increasing my arousal until I was begging for her to please get me off. She obliged by finger fucking me. It only took a couple of rubs on my clit and I was shuddering with a terrific orgasm.

The next part of this scene involved a flogging. We had to make up a cat-o-nine tails and it was a bit primitive but I thought it would work. I didn't want to be permanently scarred anyway. I wanted a bit of pain but more importantly, I wanted to watch myself being flogged. Beth and I had brought down a couple of mirrors from the bedrooms and placed them in front of me so that I could watch Beth flogging me from behind.

She had already stripped down to a bra and panties when I had stripped naked but I wanted to see her naked while she was hitting me. I had fantasized such a scene and was anticipating living it.

Beth took off my blindfold and standing in front of me she unsnapped her bra and then slid her panties down off of her hips and kicked them off with her feet. It aroused me to no end to see her standing naked in front of me, bound as tightly as I was with my limbs spread.

She picked up the cat-o-nine tails and swung it casually at my front, grazing my pussy and my developing breasts and my tummy. Then she walked around behind me to really get into the business of flogging me.

I can't tell you how great it was to watch her in the mirrors, standing naked, flogging me from behind while I was bound so helplessly. Shortly, after several swats, I was begging her to get me off again. Beth had a vibrator handy and in response to my begging, she applied it to the top of my slit and I was shortly over the top again, screaming out in pleasure from the great orgasm created by my circumstances. This got my friend Beth aroused and she masturbated her self while she was doing me.

We did a bunch of bondage scenes that weekend but there was one that I was saving until last because it was the one that aroused me the most when I fantasized about it. I wanted to play out my mother catching me masturbating only I wanted it to turn out a bit differently.

So, Sunday morning before my parents came home. I put on a tee shirt and a pair of cotton panties like I used to wear when I was younger. Beth went out of the room to wait just a bit so that she could catch me and play my mother. She dressed up in a skirt and a blouse top. Her legs were bare.

I lay down on the bed in my room and scrunched down my panties to my mid thigh and began to pound my pussy. I was getting off in anticipation of what lie ahead and I came once before Beth (pretending to be my mother) could catch me.

"Hey, I thought I told you I didn't want you to do that anymore. You know what I said that I would have to spank you if I caught you playing with yourself again," Beth said. I giggled a bit because she had lowered her voice to be about my dad's range but I didn't want to lose the beauty of the moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry mommy," I said, "please don't spank me."

"I don't want to dear but maybe this will teach you a lesson and you won't be so tempted to do it again. Come across my knee right now, "she said as she sat down on the bed the infamous leather belt in her hand.

I climbed across her knee and just like years before when my mommy had spanked me, I put one hand underneath me on my sex and the other over my bum to protect myself.

Just like my mommy did, Beth grabbed the wrist of the hand in back and pushed it up my back out of the way. Unlike what I used to do though with the other hand which was quietly touch my clit with it, I went at it full strength, intending to get off a couple of times while Beth was spanking me. There was to be another twist though when the spanking stopped that didn't happen when I was younger with my mother punishing me.

"That was just part of your punishment honey for disobeying me. I want you to kneel down in front of me. That's right, here between my legs. Now slip off your tee shirt but leave your panties pulled down where they are. That a girl."

Beth lifted up her skirt, exposing her bare bottom. She sat back down and put her feet up on the edge of the bed which put both of her holes in full view of my face.

"First I want you to kiss and lick my poop hole honey and then I want you to lick your way up my slit, sucking up as much juices as you can and then wrap your mouth around my clit and suck on it until I tell you to stop. If I don't like your performance, we'll start again with the spanking. You got it?"

"Yes, mommy," I blurted out quickly and started in.