Over Her Knee (Becoming Hers Series Book 1)

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I was 10 years old and spending the night at my friend Justin’s house after attending his birthday party. Justin had disobeyed his mother and was about to get a spanking, when for some reason I got the crazy idea that a guy shouldn’t have to get spanked on his birthday.

All this time I thought I was punishing you when you got out of line, but you've been enjoying it. Answer me."Well clearly, Jason, the arrangement we have been operating under cannot continue, can it? You've given me a lot to think about." I dared a shy glance up at her to see how mad she looked. To my relief, her expression was thoughtful, devoid than the disgust or betrayal I had dreaded seeing there. It must be said that all this time Justin was just standing there, saying nothing. Like most boys, he was glad to get out of a spanking, but he was really surprised by what I was doing. I could see it in her beautiful yet stern eyes, and at that terrible moment, all thoughts or rather, illusions of bravery and defiance collapsed inside me. I knew that I was in for it, my mouth became dry and I could feel my heart beating rapidly, I really, really could have fainted! You two, stand facing the wall hands on your heads. I will deal with you once the other boys have gone for afternoon break.” That, I knew, meant no biscuits and time for a prolonged session in the bathroom with Matron.

I thought I was joking when I said you enjoyed being disciplined," she said. "But it's true, isn't it?" This was the only time I ever shared a spanking with another boy. Afterwards, I remember sitting next to Simon in the classroom with both of us constantly shifting from cheek to cheek as the sting became too much to bear. Our bottoms were still glowing at bedtime, much to the amusement of our friends. You may have already seen my previous mention of Miss Rose, the young Matron who looked after the younger boys when I was a boarder at a prep school on the south coast of England in the 1960s. Here is one particular incident which stands out from all the other times I was subject to her particular brand of discipline. It concerns the only time I ‘shared’ a spanking with another boy.Actually, that experience made a big impact on Justin. From that day forward, he was a much better behaved boy. As for me, I never felt the need to volunteer my butt again, although I did get many more spankings for my own misbehaviour. I bobbed and nodded. "Yes, m-" I shook my head, as though to clear it, and began to move towards the door.