I bite my bottom lip harder with each slap I feel.  I feel my teeth sink into my own flesh, but it’s nothing like the euphoric spanking I’m getting.  My naked posterior is bent over her boney knee.  My shame and embarrassment make me salivate.

Three.  Slap!

Her firm hand strikes me.  The harder it hits the more I love her, the more I adore her. 

Four.  Slap!

My genitals press hard against her leg as I tense.  I try my hardest not to flinch, but it’s nearly impossible when you’re in expectance.  My muscles contract and tighten, and then I tell myself to relax.  I want to feel the full effect of the beating.

Five.  Slap!

My soft skin is now burning, burning like my passion.  The pain of the slapping is now numb, but each strike reassures her presence.

Six.  Slap!

“Have you had enough?”

I want to scream, I’ll never get enough, but I remain silent.  I sulk in my shame that’s been stewing.  I live for this filthy shame.  I live for this humiliation. 

Seven.  Slap!

“Can you take three more?”

Eight.  Slap!

“Harder!  Hit me harder!”  I finally cry out. 

 The room freezes.  Real embarrassment drapes over me.  My face is warming, and my eyes are ready to tear.  I wait.  No slap.  I wait.  I guess I have to beg for it.

“I said hit me harder!”

Nothing.  Seconds feel like hours.  My disgrace blossoms into a repulsive flower, a flower of love. 

I dare not raise my eyes to her, but something may be wrong.  I stand up facing her.  My shrunken penis and crimson buttocks are visible.  I say nothing.  Words stumble from my throat, but trip on my tongue and fail to make it through my lips.  The silence is now becoming awkward.  The moment has been ruined. 

I pull my pants up. 

No words.

I zip up the zipper.

Silence.

I push the button through the small slit in the denim.

The whole time my mother sits there staring at me with a puzzled look.  She looks as though she may weep, but is too confused to.  Her body is stiff as she sits sordidly in the wooden spanking chair and she stares at me.  I don’t bother to ask any questions and run outside.  It’s summertime and I want to play in the cool twilight before dark.