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My first and only spanking from my mother, I must have been four years, as I was still at home, not in kindergarten, and I was still the youngest. Little sis was growing in my mothers belly, but (off course) I didnt know that. I had undoubtedly had my fair share of “smacks for the bottom”, as all toddlers in the 1950s, but I dont remember them or they hardly qualified as a spanking. This spanking I remember well, but as a series of snapshots with large holes in between.
Vidclip one. I think I am very brutal. There are only images, no sound, but there are emotions. I think I am challenging mother, annoying her, defying her, nagging her. I dont know why or what, but the tension is mounting and I feel invulnerable and go on and on without stopping. Mother is a few months pregnant (which I dont know, off course – in the 1950s babies grow in cabbages), and maybe a bit less patient than usual. She is ironing, but her eyes get more and more threatening. She says something, her words get lost in the silent movie of my memory. Listening has never been one of my greater talents… Likely she is expressing a last warning.
Vidclip two. She has had enough of me. She grabs me, and plants herself in the sofa. I have truly great fun in struggling with her. I am still invulnerable, this all a magnificent play. If she tries to get my shorts and underpants down, I get of her knee. If she puts me back over her knee, I pull my shorts back up. If she puts me on my belly, I turn over on my back. I laugh out loud and have the greatest fun. That my mother does not think this very funny, I miss completely. I am invulnerable, arent I?
Vidclip three. I am happy and invulnerable, but pretty helpless now. I am still struggling, this is still great fun, but I am getting nowhere anymore. I am under her arm, over her knee, my bare bottom pointing up. My shorts and underpants got lost in the struggle. My legs are grabbed between her legs, my arms are blocked. Maybe there is a first hint that my mama might actually mean it. But it cant be. It is a game, isnt it? I am her perfect, invulnerable son.
Vidclip four. If she smacks me five, fifty or five hundred times, I have no idea. The experience is without any time frame. I dont remember pain. It is as an outer body experience, me observing a young boy getting a good, hard spanking from his mother, more as in a cartoon. I howl, cry, yell, shout, although there is no sound, only the movements of shouting. I kick, wriggle, wrestle, struggle with all I have to escape from her iron grip, to get my hands free, to cover my bottom. To no avail, her hand keeps going up and slapping down again. Snot, saliva and tears are everywhere, likely flying around as my head is the only thing that can move freely. I feel anger. How it is possible that she is doing this to me, her perfect son? And desperation. She can spank me just as long and as hard as she wants, no way I can get away from her punishing hand.
Vidclip five. I stand for her, hopping from one foot to the other, hopping mad, both from pain and repressed anger, my little buttocks covered by both hands. The pain is suggested by the dancing: the movie is still only visual with hints of emotions, no sound, no feeling. I am not invulnerable, but I clearly have to convince mama that I have had what I needed. Oh injustice. My beautiful mother is smiling her most lovely smile, her twinkling eyes are twinkling more than ever. She is likely asking if I want to play some more with her. There is not the least trace of any regret or sorrow in her eyes, just plain amusement with her little boy, hopping up and down with his hands on his bottom and his little thingy bouncing along with the hopping. She spanked the shit out of me, and she obviously finds this funny! She is laughing at me! She obviously totally ignores the pain in my bottom she inflicted. She finds me sweet and endearing, her little boy that got his fair innings. She is wholly relaxed again and I guess I answered yes, I had enough, more than enough. And no, I didnt want to play this game anymore. And yes, I promised to never do this again, although it will beat me for ever and ever what this this was I promised never to do.
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