If truth be told Ashley had been yearning to find an excuse to satisfy her ‘spanking itch’ which had become ever more urgent since the events that occurred in the boys’ outfitters when she took Lucas over her knees to smack his bare bottom. So far she had managed to control herself in spite of the tempting target that Lucas’s bare bottom had presented as he helped Ashley’s mother with the making of costumes for a local pageant. But when Ashley heard her mother suggest she smacked Lucas’s bottom for the rather trivial offence of putting on an apron in a somewhat pointless attempt to preserve his modesty, which it singly failed to do, Ashley couldn’t help but wonder if her mother hadn’t guessed all along about her wanting to find a reason to scratch that itch.
Ashley’s heart had skipped a beat, but she also felt that to display too much enthusiasm for smacking a naughty bottom would be a mistake. Since she had agreed to be Lucas’s girlfriend Ashley knew she would be expected to show at least some sympathy for Lucas, recognising his need to be allowed a little dignity in front of two ladies and a girl, although Ashley thought that Lucas must have realised the little apron hardly covered anything, indeed his boy’s bottom was left quite bare.
“Oh, mummy I can’t smack Lucas’s bottom just because he borrowed that apron without asking…” Ashley said with a perfectly straight face.
Lucas was so thrilled to hear his girlfriend speak in his defence that he failed to notice Ashley direct a sly wink towards her mother. Mrs Muir smiled very briefly. She got the message; she knew her daughter and the sort of tricks she like to play.
“I’m sorry, Ashley, but boys have to learn that they can’t just do as they please. Lucas should have asked to borrow that apron… besides, I can’t for the life of me understand why he wanted to put it on in the first place…”
“But, mummy, Lucas hasn’t got any clothes on… he’s completely bare, or at least he was until he borrowed that apron…”
“... without asking,” Mrs Muir added. “And that’s my point. I don’t think anyone’s at all bothered that Lucas wasn’t wearing any clothes,” she turned to her friend, Mrs Kite, “Does it bother you that Lucas happens to be naked?”
“Not in the least… and anyway boys these days are encouraged to be far too modest in my opinion… quite frankly I find this modesty nonsense all rather silly… there’s really no need for boys to be bothered about modesty…”
Mrs Kite clearly had strong views on the subject not unrelated to her experiences with her sister’s boys. She was amazed to be told the boys had been bought swim-suits to wear on the beach during a family holiday. Mrs Kite couldn’t understand why the boys needed to wear anything at all, never mind trunks of all things… heavens, the oldest boy was only thirteen, still far too young and shouldn’t be at all bothered about running around without any clothes on in her view. Mrs Kite was of the opinion the bodies of growing boys needed lots of sun and healthy fresh air.
Lucas listened somewhat nervously to what Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite had to say, although naturally he hoped Ashley’s view would prevail.
Mrs Kite added that she thought Lucas deserved a jolly good smacked bottom for his impertinence.
“I couldn’t agree with you more, Emilia,” Mrs Muir replied, “But Lucas should at the very least apologise to Ashley for his naughtiness. He has behaved rather foolishly and has embarrassed his girlfriend in front of us both.”
Ashley spoke up. She was enjoying this interlude: “Lucas is very shy, mummy. You remember all the fuss he made in the shop about those nice new swim-trunks his mummy bought him…”
“... but Lucas wasn’t so very shy after you finished spanking him…” her mother observed, “He was jumping about all over the place rubbing his bottom.”
Much as Lucas appreciated Ashley defending him, he hardly wanted to be reminded of what had happened in the boys’ outfitters. His face grew a little redder.
Mrs Kite interjected: “You spanked Lucas…?”
“Yes… in the shop…” Ashley informed her.
“On his bare bottom,” Mrs Muir added.
“Spanked in the shop? On his bare bottom?” This was news to Mrs Kite and for a moment she was taken aback.
Ashley explained: “Lucas had been trying on a pair of swim-trunks to take on holiday and Mrs Rudge, his mummy, had just decided to buy them for him. I saw her pull them down to Lucas’s ankles and take them right off. Lucas had left all his clothes with the shopkeeper and she had put them somewhere for safekeeping, so he was left standing there in the middle of the shop in the nude. You should have seen how red his face was when mummy and I walked into the shop… you were completely bare, weren’t you?” she said as she turned to Lucas who stood with his head hanging in shame at the memory.
Lucas nodded and managed to mumble a word that sounded like “Yes”.
“Oh, don’t be upset,” Ashley said when she saw that Lucas was becoming increasingly embarrassed.
Mrs Kite was clearly a bit puzzled by what she was being told: “Let me get this straight… Lucas here was standing in the middle of the shop without any clothes on… as naked as a new-born baby in other words,” she paused as if collecting her thoughts, then continued, “I can understand that he had been trying on some new swim-trunks, but why did you spank him, Ashley? There must have been a reason.”
Ashley reached out and took Lucas by the hand: “Tell Mrs Kite why I had to spank you, Lucas.”
Lucas could feel his face positively glowing with shame as he blurted out the words: “I told mummy that Ashley was my girlfriend… b-but I hadn’t asked her…”
“... so she spanked your naughty bottom for being presumptuous… ah, I see it now,” Mrs Kite said.
Lucas looked up. This was yet another toe-curlingly embarrassing moment for him: “I said I was sorry… and… but that’s why Ashley spanked me.”
“You appear to make a habit of doing just what you like without bothering to ask anyone’s permission,” Mrs Kite observed. “Perhaps you need another lesson from Ashley on how boys should behave…”
“But like I said, Lucas is ever so shy, Mrs Kite,” Ashley interjected, “Couldn’t we let him off just this once? He’s been really helpful so far and when mummy said we would have to take off his underpants because they spoilt the look of the costumes, he didn’t make a fuss… he even said he wanted to help, didn’t he, mummy? He wanted me to take his underpants off, didn’t he?”
“I think you’re missing the point, darling,” Ashley’s mother said, “I think Emilia is right. You never know with boys… if you let them get away with something like this once, who knows where it will end and I stand by what I said earlier… a smacked bottom is what Lucas needs. I know you’ve agreed to be his girlfriend, Ashley and that means you now have certain responsibilities.”
“Yes, mummy… I only want what’s best for Lucas and if a smacked bottom will help him to be a good boy… and if you’re sure it’s the right thing to do…”
Anyone who saw Ashley at that precise moment would have had little doubt of her sincerity. Who could possibly suspect her of having secret motives? Lucas was convinced it was with only the greatest reluctance that Ashley, now holding both his hands in hers and looking him in the eye, explained what she had to do.
“I’m sorry, Lucas, but what mummy says is right… I have to spank your naughty bottom… it’s for your own sake… do you see?”
Lucas looked into Ashley’s eyes and saw a mixture of sympathy and sadness. His heart skipped a beat. He gulped and nodded.
As if to reward Lucas for his compliance Ashley told him that he could keep the apron on “for the time being… until mummy needs you to help her again.”
In actual fact it made very little difference whether Lucas would be allowed to continue wearing the apron or not as Ashley had decided to try out a new spanking position that she’d heard about at one of her sitters’ meetings. These get-togethers were held so that girls like Ashley would have the opportunity to swap stories and discuss their experiences as sitters for local families. Inevitably they also swapped tips and ideas on the best way to deal with boys who needed their bottoms warmed up with a spanking. It was accepted that families expected their sitters to use the spanking rights they’d been assigned when they needed to teach badly behaved boys a lesson.
“Are you going to be a good boy, Lucas and not make a fuss in front of mummy and Mrs Kite?” Ashley asked and was pleased to hear Lucas promise that he would behave himself.
Ashley spoke kindly: “I don’t want to have to give you another spanking, Lucas, particularly as it’s so soon after I had to smack your bottom in front of everyone in Mrs Steel’s shop. I know how shy boys can be when they get to your age and that’s why you took that apron, but mummy and I and now Mrs Kite have all seen you without any clothes on, so there’s no need to feel embarrassed about being naked in front of us. It’s not your fault and if it was up to me…” Ashley left the words hanging in the air raising Lucas’s hopes that he might have a last minute reprieve, “... but mummy and Mrs Kite say that you must be taught a lesson.”
Lucas’s heart sank once more. Ashley had already earmarked a high-back chair which would be ideal for what she had in mind. She led Lucas into the middle of the room watched by her mother and Mrs Kite. She let go of Lucas’s hands, pointed to the chair and told him to bring it over to where she was standing. Lucas did as he was told, resigned to being quite literally on the receiving end of another over the knee smacked bottom. However, he was a bit confused when after Ashley had sat down on the chair she told him to stand in front, facing away from her, since as any boy knows, he would normally be told to stand to one side ready to be hauled over the waiting lap. Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite, if not surprised, were certainly intrigued to know what Ashley had in mind as they watched the preparations for Lucas’s spanking.
“Now, Lucas I want you to get down on your hands and knees,” Ashley told Lucas, who was now even more confused. Nevertheless, and clearly not wishing to give cause for his spanking to be any worse than it would undoubtedly be, got down on all fours.
Ashley bent down, took hold of both Lucas’s ankles and raised each leg in turn, pulling them either side of her waist. Lucas was forced to manoeuvre himself backwards with his hands flat on the carpet supporting the weight of his upper body. “This,” Ashley proudly explained to her mother and Mrs Kite, “is the wheelbarrow position.”
Mrs Kite chuckled: “Oh, I’m well aware of that… and very effective too!”
Lucas kept himself in position, but of course the apron he was wearing had flopped down completely exposing his dangling boy-bits as Ashley proceeded to spread his thighs wide, thus giving herself the enticing target of a boy’s well positioned bare bottom.
“Might I make a suggestion?” Mrs Kite asked when she saw how admirably presented Lucas’s bottom-cheeks were.
This intrigued Ashley’s mother: “What had you in mind, Emilia?”
“I simply thought that as Ashley has recently had to give Lucas a hand-spanking, which, if you’ll pardon me for saying so, hasn’t appeared to have cured Lucas of his naughtiness, she might want to make use of that clothes brush,” she said, pointing towards a varnished wooden brush that lay among Mrs Muir’s sewing things, “… that is if you don’t mind it being used to spank a naughty boy’s bottom… all in a good cause though,” she added with a smile. A smile that, it has to be said, was not reciprocated by Lucas, who had only recently heard reports from other boys about the unique sting of a brush such as the one Mrs Kite had drawn to everyone’s attention. The boys’ descriptions had been so graphic that no sensible boy would ever wish to find himself in a position to confirm the veracity of the stories. And now Mrs Kite was suggesting Ashley spank his bottom with one!
Mrs Muir was in no doubt that Lucas would benefit from a dose of the clothes brush and gave her permission for its use.
Ashley’s heart skipped a beat and it took great deal of effort on her part not to sound as excited as she felt. The prospect of using a clothes brush for the first time to spank any boy’s bottom was thrilling, but for that boy to be Lucas was very special to her. She knew instinctively how this would affect her relationship as the girlfriend of Lucas and how very careful she would have to be not to get carried away in her enthusiasm to see the effect the clothes brush had on a bare bottom.
Hardly able to believe what she was saying, Ashley kept up the pretence of reluctance: “... but, mummy, Lucas’s bottom will be ever so sore if I spank his bottom with the clothes brush. You saw the spanking dance Lucas did when I smacked his bottom with just my hand in the shop…”
Mrs Muir played her part: “But, darling, can’t you see… it would be no kindness to Lucas just to give him a few hand-smacks when he needs to be taught a proper lesson. I’m sure he wouldn’t forgive you if you let him off so lightly,” she looked down at Lucas, “Isn’t that so, Lucas?”
Lucas, whose arms were already beginning to ache at having to support himself in the wheelbarrow position, was completely at a loss as to how to respond. Was Mrs Muir seriously intending him to ask to be spanked with a clothes brush? “I, um, don’t know, Mrs Muir…” was the best he could come up with before he mumbled something about it being up to Ashley.
Mrs Muir looked back to her daughter: “You see, Lucas admits he needs to have his bottom spanked and I’m sure he hopes you’ll let him off with just a hand spanking… but you know if that’s all he receives, Ashley, you’ll lose his respect and then where will you be? I know you don’t want to, but you are going to have to be firm with Lucas. Mrs Kite is correct… it’s time to teach Lucas a proper lesson, a lesson with the clothes brush.”
Ashley thought for a moment as she caressed Lucas’s smooth bottom cheeks. She loved the feel of the firm flesh as the muscles tensed in anticipation of her decision.
“I see, mummy… I see what you mean and I know it won’t do Lucas any good if I’m not strict enough with him, but… but the clothes brush… are you sure, mummy?”
Mrs Muir nodded: “It’s for Lucas’s own good… and he’ll understand and respect you for it all the more.”
By now Lucas’s arms were aching so much that quite frankly he simply wished Ashley would just get on with whatever it was she had decided to do.
In anticipation of Ashley’s decision Mrs Kite had already picked up the clothes brush from where it lay. She weighed it in her hand and stroked the varnished wood. She personally had a preference for the longer handle of the wooden spoon, but she also appreciated how effective the back of a hair brush, or indeed the clothes brush that she held, could be… a fact to which her nephews could attest. She walked over to where Ashley sat and glanced down at the well presented bottom: “Here you are, Ashley…”
Ashley took the proffered clothes brush and stared at it mesmerised. The brush felt heavy in her hand. She had never been fortunate enough to use any sort of brush before on a boy’s bottom and her eyes sparkled in anticipation.
“Take your time, Ashley,” Mrs Kite advised, “There’s no rush.”
Ashley, the glint in her eyes even more pronounced, looked up at Mrs Kite: “Are you sure?”
Mrs Kite nodded and smiled: “Try a few taps at first, then when you’re ready gradually make them harder… you’ll soon get the hang of it, but be careful, Lucas will start to wriggle about, so you’ll have to hold on to him tightly…”
Ashley did as Mrs Kite suggested and at first Lucas remained in position, but as the tapping of the brush continued it became increasingly uncomfortable and harder for him to keep still, particularly as Ashley concentrated the taps on the same spot on his bottom. It was almost a relief therefore when Ashley suddenly stopped. Although it gave Lucas a few seconds respite, it also meant he was more than ever aware of the stinging sensation that had built up in his right bottom cheek, the site that had received the attention of Ashley’s brush.
“Oh, I see what you mean,” Ashley remarked as if she had never experienced a boy wriggling over her lap before.
“Now, dear, use your wrist… that’s it! Don’t be afraid… oh, that’s very good… see, you’ve got his attention now, Ashley… keep up the good work and you’ll soon get the hang of it.”
Ashley brought the brush down sharply on the exact same spot she had been tapping. The resultant reaction from Lucas was such that she immediately started lightly tapping another spot on the left buttock of Lucas’s bottom. Just as before Ashley paused before flicking her wrist to bring the brush down with a loud snap. The effect the brush was having on Lucas was quite remarkable, Ashley thought so she followed through with two more hard smacks, one to the crown of each buttock in quick succession.
If he’d been capable of rational thought, it would probably have been at this point Lucas realised this was to be a spanking like no other he had ever experienced. Never mind the awful, humiliating wheelbarrow position Ashley had decided on; never mind the apron that was flapping uselessly from his waist covering absolutely nothing and never mind that his spanking was happening in full view of the bay window overlooking the road outside. These he could just about cope with… but the sting of the clothes brush was beyond, way beyond Lucas’s ability to control himself. He bucked; he squealed; he pleaded, telling Ashley that he would never, ever do anything without asking her permission first.
Lucas’s entreats fell on deaf ears as Ashley brought the brush down on the bouncing bottom cheeks turning them a deeper shade of red with each contact made.
Mrs Kite had another helpful suggestion to make. Using her extended index finger she carefully pointed to the lower curves of Lucas’s bottom.
“Try aiming the brush here, Ashley… on the sit-spots,” she advised.
Ashley didn’t need to be told twice. She knew just how sensitive a boy’s sit-spots were and brought the brush down with a series of sharp snaps precisely on the point at which the back of the upper thigh starts to fill out into the lower bottom curve. The effect was extraordinary and it was only with great difficulty that Lucas managed to keep supporting himself on his hands. As it was his head jerked upwards as he let out an anguished wail as tears began to roll down his face. Lucas had tried ever so hard not to cry, not wanting to let let himself down by embarrassing his girlfriend who he knew didn’t want to spank him and was only doing it so as not to upset her mother.
Whatever it was that Lucas believed, Ashley was having the time of her life as she tormented him by smacking the brush down on his defenceless bottom. Lucas continued to jerk and wriggle wildly as Ashley changed her strategy, randomly swotting different spots on his bottom so that Lucas never knew where to expect the next painful smack.
Ashley’s mother and Mrs Kite looked at each other. It was clear from their expressions they were both very impressed at how quickly Ashley had mastered the effective use of the clothes brush, to say nothing of how easily she controlled Lucas as he bucked and jerked his bottom about on her lap. The results of Ashley’s efforts were plain to see as Lucas gasped before a look of panic spread across his face, as if it had suddenly occurred to him to wonder if his spanking was ever going to end.
The knot which held up the apron had come undone as Lucas frantically twisted and wriggled about. But, as can be imagined, the loss of the little garment was the last thing on his mind and the apron slipped off and lay on the floor at which point Ashley paused and looked up at her mother.
“Do you think that’s enough, mummy?” she asked, “Only I want to make sure Lucas knows how naughty he’s been, but I don’t want him to think I’m being unkind.”
“Oh, I think you can be sure Lucas has learnt his lesson, darling…”
Lucas, his bottom feeling as if was on fire, was absolutely sure he had learnt his lesson. He felt Ashley’s soothing hand stroking his red-hot cheeks as if she was appraising her work before lightly smacking the untouched side of one of Lucas’s buttocks. He flinched, but Ashley merely told him to stand up as she moved his legs from her lap. Lucas struggled to his feet and with the apron discarded he was now once again totally naked. All modesty disappeared as Lucas’s hands flew to his rear and he began the most extraordinary jig ever witnessed by Ashley and the two ladies.
It was almost five minutes before Lucas had calmed down enough to apologise to Ashley.
“I’m sorry you had to spank me, Ashley… I won’t do it ever again, I promise…”
Magnanimous as ever, Ashley forgave her boyfriend his failing, before adding that she really had no choice but to smack his naughty bottom: “If mummy hadn’t insisted, I wouldn’t have minded… really I wouldn’t. I know how shy you are, Lucas and that’s what got you into trouble before, wasn’t it… all that silliness about telling your mummy about me being your girlfriend before you’d even asked me…”
Lucas stood, head bowed and shame-faced in front of Ashley. He was still rubbing his sore bottom as Ashley stood up. She held her arms open: “Come here…” Lucas stepped forward as Ashley enveloped him in her arms and gave him a big hug.
Releasing herself from the hug, Ashley held Lucas’s arms for a moment before letting them go and announcing: “You may kiss me.”
She turned her head to one side allowing Lucas to lean forward and place a chaste kiss on the side of her right cheek.
Mrs Muir and Mrs Kite thought the scene before them so sweet they both sighed and together emitted a heartfelt ‘ahhh…’
As Lucas resumed rubbing his sore bottom, he slowly became aware of a tingling developing in another part of his anatomy…
