Chapter 1: Introduction
I am a 27 year old adult man. I have continued to live with my mother and do nothing with my life. One day I returned home and found my mother with her two friends in the living room talking. My mother looked at me and said, "Did you get your room cleaned up earlier?". I replied, "No, I will do that tomorrow". My mother sighed and said, "We talked about this, I warned you that I was going to be more strict from now on. You are an adult, you are supposed to be more responsible". I rolled my eyes and said, "Ok". My mother sternly said to me, "You leave me no choice. Come lay over my knee. You are getting a spanking". I felt my cheeks burning as my mother's two friends looked surprised and started to giggle and whispered to each other. I felt embarrassed as I nervously said to my mother, "Wait what?! I am a grown man. You can't do that!". One of my mother's friends laughed as she mockingly said to me, "Don't be disobedient now young man". The other friend agreed and added, "Yeah, you don't want to make her angry. You wouldn't like it if the roles were reversed". I gulped as I felt my palms start to sweat. My mother gestured for me to walk over to the couch and lay across her lap. I hesitantly obeyed. She pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my bare bottom to her friends. The air in the room grew cool as they watched me turn red in embarrassment.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me at my age and my mother's friends were here to see it. I felt humiliated as she began to smack my bare bottom as her friends sat there watching in amusement. One of her friends laughed and said to her, "Is this a more recent rule or did you continue to give him spankings up into his adult age?". My mother responded, "I continued it even when he turned 18 because he was never really responsible, even as an adult. He needs to learn the importance of taking responsibility and being accountable". I felt my face growing hotter as her friends laughed. One of her friends mockingly said to me, "I've never seen someone your age still getting spankings at home. This must be really embarrassing for you". I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in me as I gritted my teeth and said, "This is ridiculous. I'm a grown man, I shouldn't be treated like a child." My mother stopped spanking me, but she didn't let me get up. She paused for a moment and said, "You not behave like an adult so why should I treat you like one". I felt a few more smacks on my bare bottom as her friends laughed at me. My mother's hand stung and my pride was hurt, but the embarrassment was unbearable. I was a grown man, and yet here I was, being punished like a child.
"Mom," I pleaded, "I'm sorry. Please stop."
My mother paused and looked down at me. "Ok, but you are getting corner time for your rudeness. Go stand in the corner where we can see your spanked bottom". I felt ashamed and said, "Please don't make me do that. This is already embarrassing enough". I gritted my teeth as I did as I was told and stood in the corner, my bare bottom still stinging from the punishment.
I couldn't help but feel a growing resentment towards my mother as I stood there, listening to her and her friends continue to talk and laugh. I felt like I was being treated like a child in front her friends. Her friends who had somewhat respected me as an adult up until this point probably saw me as a misbehaving boy now as I stood in the corner with my red spanked bottom on display. I gripped my hands together tightly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger rising up inside me. I couldn't believe that I, an adult man, was subjected to this degrading punishment by my own mother.
I heard one of the friends ask, "Is this the first time you've had to spank him as an adult?" My mother replied, "No, I've spanked him several times, but he never seems to learn." I clenched my teeth, feeling the sting of embarrassment. I had gotten lucky with no one finding out that I was still being spanked as an adult but that was no longer the case. I felt nervous thinking my mother's friends were going tell others and soon everyone would know that I was still being spanked as an adult. I tried not to think about it too much, but every time I looked at my reddened bottom I could feel the shame and embarrassment washing over me. Suddenly I heard a knock on our door and remembered what day it was. It was Saturday and my mother always has all of her friends over to sit and talk in the living room. I began to panic thinking my mother's other 5 friends might be walking into to the living room and seeing me in the corner.
I turned my head towards the door, and sure enough I saw 5 more women walking in. Each of them gave me curious glances, sizing me up in my standstill position. I could feel my face burning with shame as I awkwardly tried to hide my reddened bottom with my hands. One of my mother’s friends noticed my discomfort and giggled, “well, well, well, what do we have here? It seems like your little boy is in some trouble.” I heard the gasps of the others as they caught a glimpse of my bare bottom.
My mother's friend, who had been watching the whole time, said, "Well, he has certainly earned this punishment. He should be grateful that she's teaching him responsibility."
I stood there, feeling small, as the women all nodded in agreement. It was clear that they had no qualms about my punishment, and I couldn't help but feel outnumbered. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check.
As the day went on, my mother's friends continued to taunt me, never letting me forget my punishment.