My Last Memory Of Moms Hairbrush.My last parental spanking was when I was 17. I had gone out and gotten drunk with friends, I had to work until 9 that night but got off early. I kept calling my mom telling her I had a flat tire while I was doing everything I could to sober up before going home. I knew I was too drunk to drive so friends drove me home in my car and parked it out front. I tried to be as quiet as a mouse unlocking the front door. My mom was sitting in the living room in the dark and turned on the light as I came in. My heart stopped, I just knew this was going to be a painful lesson. She told me to brush my teeth and go to bed and she would deal with me in the morning. The next morning she woke me early, I had the worst headache and was not looking forward to the day. She made me shower and brush my teeth and eat breakfast. It has been months since I had last been spanked but I knew it was coming and was so sick to my stomach I didn't think I could eat but I knew it would be worse if I was in any way disobedient. As I was finishing my cereal mom came in and told me to go to the corner in her room when I was done cleaning up. This was bad, corner time meant a strict lesson was coming. I was so scared, my knees were weak as I went to moms bedroom. I put my nose in the corner and tried so hard not to cry. I swallowed the lump in my throat and could already feel the heat on my bottom so I started rubbing. Knowing what was coming I couldn't stop shaking. Mom had been spanking me all my life, I knew she was mad and I knew that meant a bad one. I hoped she would hand spank me before the brush, or just go straight to the belt. Anything is better than straight to the brush. I heard her come in behind me. She started lecturing me but all I could do was listen to hear if she went to her bathroom drawer or the closet. It was the drawer. I heard her sit on the bed and tell me to "get your butt over here".
When I turned around and saw her sitting on the bed with the hairbrush in her hand I just started crying. I know the drill and I know what happens if I dont do it. I walked to her right side, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties and lay over her lap with my top over the bed. She started spanking me hard with brush on my bare bottom. The brush is this old, oval wooden hair brush that I swear never brushed anyone's hair. She was relentless, one cheek then the other over and over, then in the center a dozen times or so. I was screaming by now, begging her to stop, pleading and promising. Anything to get her to stop beating my bare bottom with that wood! I couldn't tell you how long she spanked me. Well past the point of me being able to form a coherent sentence. By the end it was just me sobbing, snot nosed and screaming. I knew the louder I screamed the more likely someone was to hear but it didn't matter, by then there was nothing but the extreme heat and pain in my bottom. When she finally stopped it took awhile for me to stop sobbing over her knee. She just let me lay there, completely weak, completely broken. She told me to stand up and put my nose back in the corner until she came to get me. I knew that meant with my panties down and skirt tucked up. I was horrified to hear my brother and step-dad in the other room, it was the first time I realized then had heard everything, I think my cheeks on my face were as bright red as those on my bottom. It was at least 45 minutes before mom came back and told me to pull up my panties and go to my room. I spent the rest of the weekend in my room except for meals and bathroom breaks. That was OK though, I couldn't sit easily for almost a week anyway.
AmazonBookworm 36-40, F 18 Responses 12 Jan 29, 2012