SPANKING GAMES

BY YOMAMMA

Ok, here it goes.

Some of the stories on this site have inspired me to write of a couple of experiences that have happened to me. I especially would like to mention Nap and his "Naughty Little Sister" story. They trigger such intense memories that I finally had the nerve to put this down. Everything below is true, I can picture it like it happened yesterday, although I know it was from the eyes of a dumb kid so things like how big someone was or how pretty a girl was or how tight someone was tied or hard someone was being spanked was all from a kids perspective and would look different to an adult. In any case, its how I saw things then. Sorry if this is long and slow, but as I wrote it I found the truth is not as fast paced as a good fictional story! If I get the time and energy, I intend to expand on these memories in a fictional way, what might have happened if things had been just a little different. But for now, my start:

I grew up in a lower middle class neighborhood, a subdivision of small houses, two or three styles for the whole development. Back then parents let kids roam all day and even well into the evening especially in the summer and my friends and I had the run of the subdivision along with some woods and an, as of yet, undeveloped section of land. It was a great playground. Almost every family had some kind of swingset and toys in the garage and we could come and go into each others houses pretty much as we pleased. I wish kids today could have that kind of freedom. We played ball, shot off firecrackers, played all the kid games like "Sorry," had lemonade stands, settled arguments had adventures and learned a lot, all without adult supervision.

There were 4 of us who hung around most of the time. All 4 of us all about the same age and all living within a block of each other. Three boys and one girl. We were together from kindergarten through 4th grade (when I moved away). We were pretty much always playing something somewhere sometime. Of course, often it was just 2 or three of us and others would sometimes join in, but the 4 of us were the core group.

Mary, the sole girl in the group often suggested the games we would play, although she was never bossy or anything. I liked her a lot. Her house had the best swingset and also she had one of the few two car garages, so it was the best place to play games when it was raining even when her dad was home since they only had one car.. Her mom also always had Kool Aid! Mary and I lived the closest of all the kids, she was right across the street, so we were together a lot. Our parents often baby-sat for each other so we would even spend the night often at the others house, camping out usually in the basement in a "tent" made by tossing a sheet over a card table.

We were never really into Cowboys and Indians. Our favorite game was always Batman and Robin (and, yes, Batgirl). We would change who was playing whom somewhat, but the goal was always the same, first hide and seek, then run around and act silly, have one of the Batman "POW" "BAM" fights and then capture someone for "torture."

The torture was the most fun part of the game for me. Mary is the one that started us doing that. Usually Mary would wind up being the one captured. Most often she was Batgirl captured by the Joker or Mr. Freeze or the like. We would tie Mary to a tree or the sliding board or part of the swing set with jump ropes or something. Never really tight, but tied.

The torture consisted of lots of tickling and rubbing a yellow whiffleball bat over the victim. To start, the bat was rubbed up and down from neck to knees almost like you were kneading dough. Mary is the one that directed this telling the guys what to do at first even when she was the one being tortured. To this day when some woman tells me "harder" I flash back to Mary. Sometimes one of us guys would be tortured by Mary as well, although she never tied us up. We would lean back on the sliding board or against a tree and she would rub the bat up and down over our bodies and, although I definitely did not understand it all, it really felt good having her rub the bat like a rolling pin over my crotch. Often she would do that first to a few of the guys at first but later the tables would be turned and she would get the torture.

After a while the torture to Mary also included rubbing the bat between her legs back and forth. Of course we were masturbating her through her shorts but we didn’t understand that then. Eventually Mary actually had us spanking her with the wiffle-ball bat both smacking her bottom and her legs and even her front. Never very hard I don’t think at first, but it made a loud smack and she would pretend to beg for mercy. I didn’t understand all of the feelings I had, but I loved playing the game. I liked Mary rubbing my front and liked tying her up and tickling, rubbing and swatting her.

Mary was also the first girl I played "show me yours" with. I still remember that first day in her garage -- just her and me. She said she would show me hers if I showed her mine. It had to be first grade or so, I just unsnapped my pants and pulled out my pants and underwear so she could look down. She pulled down her shorts and panties and let me look with her bare below the waist. First time I ever saw a girl bare like that. I was really nervous about doing that, I knew it was wrong and would mean big trouble, but we kept doing it. That was also the first time I can remember lying to my mom on purpose. She asked what I had done that day and I made something up. I felt almost as bad about lying as I had about showing my privates to Mary, but it worked. (As Lee Marvin notes about lying to parents in "Paint Your Wagon" "A whole new world opens up" LOL) Eventually I got the nerve up to take my shorts down as well and we even played doctor a bit, examining each other including a little bit of touching. Nothing much but her hand felt so good even back then. Mary was pretty I knew even then, slim, cute, with long blond hair, and always very nice to me.

Of course, now I know that Mary’s behavior is very indicative of a child who has been exposed to sexual situations at an early age, whether you call it abuse or not. But then all I knew was that I really liked Mary and I liked the games we played

Well so far I guess I’ve described something that a lot of kids went through, although for many it was Cowboys or Cops and Robbers. This when on for quite a while until one day when things changed quite a bit.

One summer afternoon when I would have been almost 9 years old, Mary and I were playing in her back yard. She had torture/rubbed me for a while then I tied her wrists to the top of the sliding board and started "torturing" her. First it was the rubbing, then I was slapping her up and down with the bat. . Was just starting to move the bat between her legs when her mom called to us. She was standing at the sliding glass door and was telling us to come in the house right that second!! I was kind of scared by the tone of her voice. She sounded like my mom once did when she thought I was really hurt bad falling off a jungle gym. Mary’s reaction also made it scary, she got real upset. It was a good thing I had not really tied Mary tight, just because my hands were shaking.

Mary’s mom was real pretty also, tall (at least she was to a kid) pretty blond hair and always wore bright dresses and high heels. She was the prettiest of the moms by far. She had us sit on the couch in the living room and left us there for a while. I don’t know what she was doing but I was certain she was calling my mom and I would get in big trouble. Perhaps she called her husband, I’m not sure, but after a while she came back in and had a seat on an ottoman right across from us, our knees almost touching.

To be honest, I don’t remember her exact words, I was really worried and to this day I remember the whole conversation in kind of a slow-motion fog. But what she told us was basically that we should never play that game again on the swing set. That if somebody saw it, they might not think it was a game, they might think I was doing something bad and we would both get into big trouble. She also said she was sure my mom would be upset if she knew we were playing like that and might not want me to play with Mary anymore. I was even more upset and Mary was kind of sniffling next to me. I remember I thought I was going to cry but didn’t want to. I sure didn’t want to get into more trouble or lose Mary as a friend.

It was then that she said if we were going to play that game it could only be in the house. In Mary’s bedroom or the TV room or the basement and if she ever caught us playing it outside we would both be in big trouble and she would tell my mom.

Well that last bit took a bit so sink in really, I just sat there I guess looking pretty dumb. Mary’s mom hugged us told us to come in to the kitchen for Kool-Aid and cookies and everything seemed normal. We ate and drank and then went into their TV room (really just a spare small bedroom with a big black and white TV, a loveseat and a chair) to watch afternoon cartoons (my favorite was "8th Man" – anybody remember that one?).

After a while Mary’s mom came in and squeezed in between us on the loveseat. She said she was sorry if she upset us but it was important we understood never to play that game outside of the house ever again. We both promised and she said we could go to Mary’s room to play.

When we got in there, there on her bed was the rope I had used and the whiffleball bat. It was really weird and felt funny but after a bit I tied Mary’s wrists to the bedposts and started torturing her again. This time I started first with swats on her bottom and legs. After I bit I rolled her over and started swatting her front. Then she said to torture her. That meant the rubbing up and down and I had to get up on her bed to do that. At some point Mary’s mom looked in on us with me kneeling on her daughters bed rubbing her daughter with a bat and simply asked if I wanted to stay for dinner! I said yes and she said she would call my mom. Even today that still is one of the oddest moments of my life, being asked about dinner by a mom whose daughter was tied like that right in front of her.

By the time her dad got home we had stopped playing that game and were playing "Don’t Break the Ice" in the TV room. Her dad sent Mary to help her mom set the table and He talked to me for a bit. He seemed huge. I don’t know how really tall he was but he was always like a giant to me, tall and wide and huge hands. He used to show off his big hands to the kids by palming a basketball or holding several baseballs in his hand at the same time. Although he was always very nice to me, I was always just a little scared around him.

Her dad said that Mary’s mom had told him we were playing tie up and spanking games. I said "Yes Sir" (I always called him "Sir," he was too huge not too!) He asked if Mary had been the one that started those games and I kind of um’ed and huh’ed a bit and he said "I thought so." He also asked about other games we played, where we played them, who had seen them and stuff. Eventually he asked if Mary and I had played doctor. I told him yes. He looked a little upset but said I was not in any trouble, that Mary shouldn’t have started those games without permission, but from now on we needed to be sure and only play them in their house or they would tell my parents. He also told me not to tell any of my other friends or I couldn’t play with Mary ever again.

Not much else happened that night, we had tomato soup for dinner and I went home. I remember having a wild dream about Rocky and Bullwinkle. Sometimes one of them was tied up, sometimes they were tying up a girl like Mary or her mom and spanking her. Let a shrink figure that one out!

Well we stopped playing Batman, at least the torture part, with the rest of the group, although I don’t remember how that happened, who said what. But it didn’t seem to affect the group any so I guess it was no big deal. But I would go over to Mary’s a lot more by myself. We played other things as well a lot but always would wind up with me tying her up somehow after she rubbed me and then I rubbed and swatted and tickled her.

One day when her mom was cleaning she wanted us out of Mary’s bedroom so she could vacuum and told us to go the basement. I said something dumb like "but where can I tie her down there?" Mary’s mom paused a bit and went downstairs with us. The basement was unfinished, mostly storage and things, although Mary had a corner with a big rug and several toy boxes where we would do our camping when I stayed over.. Mary’s mom went over to one wall and took down some extension cords that were hanging on a hook in the wall and said try that. So I tied Mary’s wrists to the hook although I had to stand on a box to do it. After that we would go in the basement a lot. The fact it was always kind of chilly and damp down there and we could pretend it was a dungeon made it more fun. I would be like Dr. Frankenstien doing experiments or something.

We got more creative with the tying up, mostly from watching things on TV. We saw a movie where a woman was tied to a chair so we tried that. Eventually, I was tying her up for a long time and in different ways, to a chair or a table or over her toybox. Sometimes I would tie her up and leave her that way while I got something to eat or drink or watch TV. We saw an Underdog cartoon where Sweet Polly Purbred was not only tied but had a gag, just a rope through her mouth so we tried that as well, was fun but Mary could still really talk and make noises although she sounded funny.

Once when I was tickling her real hard on her bed, her mom said she was going to make some phone calls so she had to be quiet. Then she said something like, wouldn’t the bad guy gag his prisoner so she couldn’t make sounds before he tortured her? Guess I looked dumb again because she untied the soft cotton rope I had in her mouth, got one of Mary’s socks out and balled it up and put it in her mouth and then tied the rope back around her head. She said something like, "see now you can do what you want and not bother anybody."

Ever now and then her mom and dad would just stand and watch us playing that way, they never interfered unless it was to get us to move our game elsewhere and sometimes joked around and even made suggestions like when they showed me how to hog-tie her, though I didn’t know that was what it was called. I was still pretty stupid when it came to sex but my penis would get hard and I knew that her mom and dad always acted differently when they were watching us play tie up or torture, they were usually quiet, just staring, was always a little weird and tense when they watched.

One of the most wild things that happened to us was in the basement on a night I was spending the night at her house. Her parents always drank some wine at dinner and sometimes would let Mary and I take a few sips, or mix some with water for us. (A lot of the parents seemed to do that then, at least with their own kids. Mine would give me sips of beer or wine at times as well, but just me, never when a friend of mine was over) but this night Mary’s parents were drinking a lot.

After dinner we went downstairs to set up our tent and play and at some point I tied her to the hook like usual, this time with her face to the wall and was pretending she was my prisoner. Her dad came down while she was that way and looked at us playing for a while. Then he came over and said "if your going to tourture a prisoner, you should do it right" and laughed and he pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles. I just stood there for a while staring and he said "I know she has let you see her, so no reason for her to be shy". I could tell Mary was real embarrassed, but he told me to go on, keep spanking her and I did and he went upstairs. Not too much later, both her mom and dad came down, both pretty drunk I could tell and laughing. He came over and said I was being pretty easy on her for a mad scientist. He told her to stand on her tiptoes and he looped the jumprope around the hook a couple of times so she had to stay on her toes and then took the whiffleball bat and hit her really hard on her bottom and legs. She really yelled. Looking back now I’m sure he probably didn’t hit as hard as he could but to me it looked like full force and it left big red marks on her. Anyway, however hard it was she was crying. He gave the bat back to me and he and her mom watched us for a while then started hugging and kissing for a bit and then kind of stumbled up the stairs. After they left I untied her although it was touch to get her down with the rope that way.

We kind of talked about it, I guess I was worried she would be upset with me but she wasn’t. She said it was ok, if I wanted to tie her and spank her like that I could, since she was the prisoner.

I never hit her as hard has he did, but I did start hitting her harder and often bare. We also played doctor still and her mom saw that several times as well, but never said anything. Mary even tried to rub me once with the bat when I had my pants down, but she really caught me good on the upstroke and it hurt pretty bad so I didn’t do that again!

The incident that still fuels my fantasies to this day was one evening when Mary’s dad was out of town. We had watched a movie with her mom where two people got tied up and gagged back to back at first but then when they tried to escape they wound up face to face rolling around on the floor trying to get to the phone. It was pretty funny because after they knocked the phone down they tried to dialed the phone with their nose and could only mumble. Her Mom was drinking again and said, would you kids like to try that. Mary said yes but I was not so sure since it had been a man and woman tied up in the movie and I was not sure I wanted to be tied, but I said ok. Mary’s mom left the room and came back with a bunch of different ropes a couple of socks and the whiffleball bat. She kind of stopped and thought for a moment, had Mary stand up and then kneeled down right in front of her, facing her. "Ok" she said laughing. "Tie up your prisoners!"

This was different and it took a while, with the girls giggling the whole time but eventually I got them tied pretty good. Then she said they would see if they could roll over to the phone like in the movie. Well they were laughing so hard rolling back and forth, they couldn’t get very far at all. At one point Mary’s mom said "he forgot to gag and spank us!" so I did my best. I gagged them as best as I could and started slapping them with the whiffleball bat as they rolled around back and forth, laughing in their gags. That when on for a while until I started hitting harder. Mary’s mom stopped laughing and stopped rolling around and I guess I was slapping her more than Mary. I remember her eyes being closed and her breathing hard and I got a bit scared so I stopped. They just laid there for a min and then I got down and untied them. Mary’s mom looked really strange and went sent us off to the basement to play.

Well I wish I could say this progressed to even hotter things or me having sex with Mary or even her mom, but it didn’t. I did tie her up a lot that last summer, and was spanking and rubbing her more and more all over. She never complained or told me to not do it anymore, even if I made her cry sometimes. Her parents usually left us alone but would watch every now and then, most often when they had had a lot to drink. I even tickled her once so hard she peed on her bed. Both her mom and her dad spanked her hard over their laps with me in the room for that. I felt bad because it was really my fault and I said so. Her mom said "Did you tell her to pee in her bed?" When I said no, she said "then it’s her fault," and kept spanking. I got to see her spanked lots of other times as well, sometimes with their hands sometimes with a hairbrush. Often the spankings were over really little things I thought, but I went to a religious school were I saw kids paddled for coloring outside the lines too much (another true story! Will tell that sometime as well) so I never questioned it too much.

The most guilt I felt was the couple of times I on-purpose let something "slip" like us sneaking candy so I could see her get spanked. Even today, I still feel guilty about it a little, but I liked seeing her spanked, especially when it was really hard and it made her cry. I would even get hard at night thinking about it. I didn’t know about masturbating yet really but would rub myself on a cool pillow, even rubbed ice on myself down there at times since that felt good too. Through all of this, Mary never got mad at me -- she was always my best friend. I can even remember the first time she just reached over to hold my hand when we were watching TV. Funny but back then that was even more exciting to me then playing doctor with her.

Looking back on it now, I’m sure a lot more was going on that I never knew about. I feel sorry for her really since who knows what she was being put through when I was not there and I always wonder how far things would have gone if we had not moved. But at the end of that last summer my dad was transferred to San Jose and we went away. Much later on when were visiting one of the other from the old neighborhood, I found out Mary had gotten pregnant and was sent away to school somewhere, not long after that her mom and dad moved as well and nobody knew where they went. While I’m not sure exactly how old she was when she got pregnant, she would have had to been around 13 or so when it happened. I wish I knew where she was now. I feel guilty a bit at how hot thinking about it all makes me, but I can’t help it and imagine all the time what might have happened ….

Well that’s it for now. While I plan to write down some fictional continuations of this story someday, I invite any of the great authors here to take their shot at telling me what could or would have happened next. Feel free to take this and use it in any way you like and take it in any direction you think is hot. If you think about it though, I would appreciate it if you dedicated it to Mary.