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Story.77
The Master Chris Collection
BACK IN THE CORNER
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Well, here I am, back in the corner. It's a position I
know well though I can't seem to ever get used to it. My nose is
pushed as far into the living room corner as it can go. My
bottom, bare of course, is slowly cooling off from the burning,
embarrassing, childish spanking its just received. I'll be here
for a few minutes with nothing but my hot bottom and my thoughts
to occupy me.
You would think I'd be used to it by now. After all,
I've been spanked since I was a boy. I'm sure I was a handful
and I no doubt deserved most of the punishments I received. Dad
used to spank me but he left my mom and me when I was only 7.
Punishments stopped for awhile but I turned into
something of a terror and it wasn't long before Mom took up
where Dad left off. At least once a week it seemed I was being
pulled over Mom's lap for an "attitude adjustment".
The routine was always the same. Mom would pull down my
pants and underwear in one good, long yank then bend me over her
lap. Once I was in the desired position Mom would make sure I
knew why I was being punished then apply her firm hand until my
bottom was red and hot and usually until I was in tears. Then I
shuffled off to the living room corner, my pants still around my
ankles to "think about it".
The pattern was the same time after time until I turned
15. Then everything changed. forever.
I guess as with any boy who's been spanked through
puberty, my bare bottomed spankings got more and more
embarrassing. I certainly worked harder to avoid them but still
every 2 to 3 weeks I found myself baring, however briefly, my
growing and suddenly hairy genitalia on the way to bending over
my mom's lap. Worse, more often than not, I would be sporting a
raging hardon in plain view of my own mother. No amount of
pleading would have Mom stop baring my bottom. She felt that the
embarrassment was at least as important to the punishment as the
application of her hand.
When I was around 15, the Hendersons next door moved
away and Miss Balsam moved in. Miss Balsam was a very attractive
woman close to my mom's age and lived alone. She and Mom soon
became the best of friends. Miss Balsam was always over at our
place or Mom was over there. They seemed inseperable. It's funny
though, after awhile Mom's attitude toward Miss Balsam changed.
She seemed overly polite and I don't think I ever heard her
contradict Miss Balsam. It was always "Yes Katherine" or "Of
course Katherine".
Anyway, with all the comings and goings of Miss Balsam
and my mom, the inevitable finally happened. I remember it was
summertime and Miss Balsam and Mom were perched on stools in the
kitchen sipping at some lemonade. I don't remember exactly what
I said as I went through the kitchen but it was certainly not
nice and as Mom reacted I know my reply contained a swear word
or two. In retrospect it wasn't very smart.
A heartbeat later Mom had a firm grasp of my ear and was
tugging me towards a kitchen chair. My eyes sprung wide open in
horror as I realized she meant to spank me right in front of
Miss Balsam! My panic struck cry of "Mom!" went completely
unheeded as Mom dragged my shorts and underwear to my knees in
one pull. My traitorous cock was, of course, rock hard and I
quickly moved my hands in a vain attempt to cover it.
The spanking was the same as always except that for the
first time my embarrassing punishment was in full view of a
non-family member and, worse, an attractive female non- family
member.
When Mom finished tanning my behind and finally let me
up, Miss Balsam got a full view of what I'd been trying to hide
as I shuffled off to the corner rubbing my bottom. I think I
remember every second of the fifteen minutes I spent there, my
red naked bottom on display to both women.
Mom and Miss Balsam picked up their conversation as
though nothing had happened although the conversation now turned
to corporal discipline.
"I'm happy to see you take him in hand Mary," said Miss
Balsam. "Goodness knows, boys of all ages need firm guidance."
"I guess so," said my Mom.
"Of course so!" said Miss Balsam. "Why, if you ever feel
you can't keep up, I'd be pleased to lend a hand."
"Do you hear that Michael?" asked my mom. "If you give
me any more trouble I'll have Miss Balsam adjust your attitude
for you."
The threat must have proved salutory because for almost
three weeks I kept my nose out trouble and out of the corner.
My mom it seemed, was spending more and more time next
door. She was so deferential to Miss Balsam that sometimes she
seemed like a kid herself.
I did pretty well for about three weeks before my mouth
finally ran out of control again. This time it was over homework
and I told Mom what I though she should do with her suggestions
of finishing it early. It was one of those moments when I wished
I could have reached out and grabbed the words to cram them back
into my mouth but it was too late.
Mom got real quiet and her eyes narrowed.
"Alright Michael, you want to continue to test me? Well
you're going to learn that your actions carry consequences. Come
with me."
With a firm grip on my wrist, Mom led me right out the
front door and toward Miss Balsam's despite my increasingly
frantic protests.
When I went to pull back, Mom stared me down with a
steely gaze. "Michael, if I don't get your immediate obedience,
I swear to God I'll spank you right here on the front porch!"
I believed her. Sniffling, I followed her over to the
house next door. I figured I was in for a repeat of my last
punishment. I wasn't exactly right.
Mom walked straight in without knocking. I mean, she
practically lived there anyway.
Calling for Miss Balsam, she pulled me to the corner of
the living room. With a sharp tug my shorts and underwear were
down around my ankles and a short push at my back was enough to
propel me to the corner of another woman's home.
Though I silently begged it not to happen, my cock
reacted to these circumstances by rising up to achingly hard
attention.
Miss Balsam was now in the room too and she and my mom
retreated to the kitchen where they began speaking in tones just
below my ability to hear. In a few short minutes they were
heading back into the room to announce my fate.
My mom came up right behind me. "Well Michael," she said
softly. "You're going to get your wish. Biss Balsam will take
care of today's attitude adjustment."
"Mom!" I implored.
"Mom nothing!" she snapped. "You do exactly as you're
told or so help me your next spanking will be on the porch!"
"Off you go Mary," said Miss Balsam. "I'll send him back
when we're done."
"Yes, Katherine," said my mom and without further ado
left me alone for my first spanking with Miss Balsam.
The room was quiet for a minute or two. I could just
feel Miss Balsam's eyes on my bare bottom.
"Alright young man," she started. "Punishments in my
house are done my way. The first thing that we don't do here is
to give spankings to half-dressed boys so get those clothes off
right now."
"Everything?" I squeaked. This was worse than I had
imagined.
"Everything and be quick about it!"
I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long before I
was buck-naked and back in the corner. Although it wasn't
visible from behind, my cock was still rock hard and my hands
were covering it in front. Miss Balsam, of course, noticed.
"Clasp those hands on your head," she instructed.
I had never felt so vulnerable.
I heard Miss Balsam leave the room and meander through
different parts of the house. The waiting only served to build
the anticipation of what was to come.
It was perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten when I heard
her comae back to where I was waiting.
"Alright young man, follow me."
I figured I'd be going to quickly get across Miss
Balsam's lap but she was already on the move through the kitchen
and down the few stairs to the den where she stopped and sat
down in an easy chair.
My hands had naturally come back to covering my hardon
and Miss Balsam noticed as soon ash she turned around.
"Get those hands back on your head!" she barked.
I jumped as my hands seemed to fly back up of their own
accord.
Miss Balsam looked me up and down, pausing at the sight
of my bobbing cock.
"Step closer," she said firmly and I shuffled forward
until I was only inches from her.
Miss Balsam reached out with her right hand which held,
I now saw, a hairbrush. Using the edge of the brush she pushed
at the underside of my cock then stroked the edge along the
length of it from bottom toward the top. I gasped at the
sensation.
"So, I see you being punished arouses you," she said.
"Well, perhaps we'll deal with that later. Alright, over my lap
then."
Miss Balsam was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as I
bent over, my hard cock came directly into contact with her warm
thighs.
"Lift up Michael," she said.
I lifted my hips as instructed and felt Miss Balsam's
hand snake down to firmly grasp my hard on. In one smooth
motion, Miss Balsam's thighs spread open. Her hand tugged
downward, firmly pulling my hard organ down with it. The thighs
clamped together holding me in place by the end of my now
squeezed cock.
I felt one of Miss Balsam's hands on the small of my
back, the other resting on my clenched buttocks.
"Like your mother, I think we'll start with a hand
spanking," she said.
The first smack came immediately and in a few moments my
bottom was hot and red as usual. The spanking didn't last long
and seemed somewhat less strict than what I was used to. Of
course I didn't realize that this was just the beginning.
The spanks stopped and I waited to be let up.
"You're not quite dont yet, young man," I was told.
What else? I wondered.
I heard the sound of a jar opening then I smelled it as
Miss Balsam put the jar right under my nose.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked.
The smell was tell-tale. "Vics-vap-o-rub," I replied.
"Indeed it is," Miss Balsam chuckled. "Is your bottom
warm?" she asked, patting my behind.
"Yes," I said.
"Well it's about to be much warmer both inside and out.
These pink buttocks are still clenched. I find that a sign of
rebellion and I won't have you being rebellious with me. Now,
point your toes and lay the tops of your feet on the carpet."
I followed my instructions.
Suddenly I felt both of Miss Balsam's hands at my tender
buttocks. To my horror she spread them wide, wide apart fully
stretching and exposing my crinkled anus. I found I couldn't
clench my buttocks at all to prevent the humiliating exposure.
To my surprise, the new position of my feet effectively removed
any ability I had to keep my bottom clenched.
Holding me spread with one hand, I then felt the tip of
Miss Balsam's finger at my most sensitive opening. She tickled
me outside momentarily then slide her long slippery finger deep
into my body in one firm motion. She pulled it out then pushed
it all the way back in a slow twisting motion. The sensation
drove my hips down involuntarily pushing my cock deeper between
her thighs.
The finger withdrew leaving me feeling squishy behind.
My body was already a riot of conflicting sensations but Miss
Balsam wasn't done with me yet.
For a moment or two she just held me still then I felt
the prickly feeling of the bristle side of the hairbrush
stroking my already sensitive bottom.
"Yes Michael, it's my brush and in a moment you're going
to make its acquaintance."
It was a another moment or two before I realized what we
were waiting for and I moaned as I did.
What had started as a squishy then tickling sensation
deep in my rectum and in the ring of my anus was now becoming
uncomfortably warm. The Vics which would have normally warmed my
chest to treat a cold was having a much more pronounced effect
as a lubricant.
At the first sign of my involuntary squirming, Miss
Balsam stopped stroking me with the bristle side of the brush
and turned it over to finish warming me on the outside. The
hairbrush spanking was fast and furious and almost instantly had
me in tears. I was quivering when a couple of minutes later it
stopped.
Miss Balsam held me, stroking my back and buttocks with
her hand until my crying settled down to sniffles.
"Your spanking is over Michael but when you're punished
by me, some embarrassment will go with the lesson to make sure
you remember it."
At that I felt my hot buttocks spread again and a new
touch at the hot circle of my anus. I realized right away what
it was as it pushed past my sphincter muscle. The rounded handle
of the hairbrush slid deep into me until I could feel the
bristles against my bottom.
"Back in the corner young man, and get those hands back
onto your head."
With the brush stuck ridiculously from my behind and my
cock still stuck straight out in front, I shuffled forward to
the designated corner to wait another ten minutes with my bottom
on fire outside and smouldering inside.
I had pretty much calmed down when I was told to turn
around and approach Miss Balsam again at her easy chair.
This time she was holding a ruler in her hand and for a
moment I thought I was to be spanked again.
Miss Balsam reached out with the ruler and tap lightly
at my stiff cock. It bobbed crazily at the sensation. My hands
were still locked on top of my head and I stared stupidly as the
edge ruler now moved to scrape along the bottom of my cock from
top to bottom.
"Hmm, still aroused are you?" she chuckled. Very well,
you may relieve yourself."
My eyes were wide. Surely I couldn't have understood her
properly.
"Go on, pull on it," I was told firmly.
I still couldn't believe it. Miss Balsam's eyes raised
to mine. "Now," She said.
In a daze I lowered my hand to my cock and gave it a
tentative squeeze. It didn't take long. I was so worked up that
a few short strokes later my body clenched up to start an
orgasm. The hairbrush handle still buried deep in me held firm
against my spasming anus as I cried out and watched my cock
spurt over and over onto the hardwood floor.
Miss Balsam smiled at me. "You can clean that up in a
moment. Alright, back over my lap."
Again, I put myself over her warm thighs wondering if
I'd again be in for more punishment. Almost immediately I felt
Miss Balsam's touch on the end of the brush still lodged deep in
my bottom. It was twisted then teased in and out for a few
moments before being completely removed. I felt twinges from my
just-spent cock at the sensation. My bottom was still burning
hot inside and I was grateful for the next touch of Miss
Balsam's fingers covered in cold cream as she once again deeply
lubricated me. This time the cold cream had a soothing
sensation. My cock rose harder at the sensation.
It was over quicker than I'd thought and with my cock
once again hard, Miss Balsam had me stand again. Without asking
my hands went back to the top of my head causing a small smile
from my tormentor.
"Back in the corner for another few minutes Michael,"
she said.
Dutifully I shuffled back into the corner, my engorged
member at attention as I heard Miss Balsam leave the room.
My bottom was down to a dull deep warmth when she
re-entered the room and had me dress and leave.
It was my first spanking by Miss Balsam but by no means
my last. From then on my mom would bring me over to Miss
Balsam's on a regular basis. Sometimes she'd stay and watch me
be punished and teased, sometimes I'd be left on my own. On a
couple of occasions I'd find other women at Miss Balsam's. To my
intense embarrassment they would be permitted to view my
punishment in its entirety.
The routine varied from time to time but it always
included me stripping completely and always included my bottom
ending up hot both inside and out. You think I'd get used to the
feel of that brush sticking out of my bottom but I never did. It
was always an erotic, scary experience. I did get used to going
into Miss Balsam's and immediately stripping completely and
going to the living room corner to stand with my hands on my
head. It was what was expected of me. I still remember the first
time Miss Balsam's hand touched my always erect cock and
assisted me to my completion.
There are a few moments that stand out firmly in my mind
of punishments that would come. The first is when I arrived to
the living room to find a young woman about my age in one of the
corners. I was stunned. She was completely naked and facing one
of the corners. She was very attractive at least from behind.
Her bottom was red from what was obviously a recent spanking
and, just like me, she had the famous hairbrush sticking out
from her perfectly rounded bottom. So that's what it looks like
I though to myself.
For a moment I froze, not knowing what to do. Then, I
figured that obeying my instructions was probably the best
course. I quietly stripped and put myself into the corner. Miss
Balsam's entered a few moments later.
"Come here Sara," she said.
I listened as the young lady shuffled over. I heard Sara
bending over Miss Balsam's lap and heard her gasp then moan as
she was teased and manipulated much as I was. The cry of her
orgasm must have been embarrassing for her.
As I was called over to that same lap a few moments
later, Sara was back in the corner. She stayed there through my
entire punishment, making it one of the more embarrassing one of
my life.
I saw Sara several times over the next year in that same
position. I would find out much more about her than I had ever
counted on.
The other moment that stands out firmly in my mind was a
glimpse only but validated what I had expected for a long time.
Miss Balsam had been over at our house while I was at school.
When I came home, she was just leaving and smiled at me as I
entered.
I went right up to my room to change into something more
comfortable and as I did so, I was stunned to catch sight of my
mother in her bedroom. She was standing, naked in the corner of
her room, nose in the corner and, like she had often seen me,
with a hot and red bottom. Her own hairbrush was clearly visible
sticking from between her buttocks.
I stared, fascinated for a moment, but there was really
nothing that I could do. I went to my room and changed. When I
came out, her door was closed. We never spoke of the incident.
About a year after I first met Sara, I finally met her
in a social setting. Miss Balsam invited Mom and me over for
supper. Sara was there and for the longest while I couldn't look
her in the eye. She turned out to be Miss Balsam's niece. It
turned out that my mom and Miss Balsam were working on being
matchmakers. They figured Sara and I would be a good match. I
didn't realize how right they were until Sara and my first date.
We ended up back at her place and before I knew exactly
what I was getting into, I found myself naked and standing in
the corner of her room! She had learned well from her aunt and
then some. We've been together ever since.
Sara has her own style and expects me to perform for her
once I've had my attitude adjusted. She's taken great delight in
trying all kinds of methods of doing so. From time to time she
even demonstrates for my mom and her aunt. I find those moments
the most embarrassing.
One thing that almost never changes and that it how I'm
expected to wait for her ministrations once my warm up spanking
is complete. It's how I'm waiting right now, in the corner with
the long handle of her hairbrush buried deep in my bottom. She
says I'm in for a special treat tonight. I can hardly wait.
--
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