David's Spanking History
|by Peter Pan|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 14 Jan 2008
Back to School Shopping
It was late July and 11 year old David and his mother were doing some back to school shopping. He would be turning 12 in October and going into the sixth grade. They had bought the usual jeans, shirts and stuff and were now in the boy's underwear section. David doesn't know when he first became aware of the fact that white cotton briefs or "Tightly Whitey's" as they were more commonly known as, were un-cool. Certainly by the time he was ten he knew better than to let his friends find out he was wearing them. He of course was eyeing some cotton plaid boxers while his mother was scavenging through the white fruit of the looms looking for some size 8's. He actually felt a little nervous as he stared at the boxers and began thinking to himself that he should just come out and ask for them. After all maybe his mother just assumed he wanted fruit of the loom briefs since that is what he wore for as long as he could remember. Why then did he feel as if he was about to ask his mother for some crack cocaine? His throat was dry and he felt his heart beating faster as he rehearsed the words in his mind. Finally, he swallowed hard and let the words come out,
"Mom", he began, "don't you think these boxers would look good on me?"
He immediately thought to himself, "What was I thinking phrasing it in the form of a question?" What did he care what she thought? He wanted them and not because he would look good in them. After all ideally at 11 he did not want anyone to see him in his underwear boxers or briefs. He couldn't believe how stupid that sounded. What would his mother think, what would she say? What doctor would she have him whisked off to for psychiatric evaluation? She just looked at him with a package of size 8 fruit of the looms in her hands and said, "These will be OK for you." And that was it.
He realized in hindsight that to his mother this was a simple thing. Making ends meet for them was a challenge and if she could get a package of 7 briefs for $5.99, she saw no point in spending $7.99 to buy two pairs of boxers. David of course at 11 saw it completely differently. He felt as if she was saying to him, "What? Boxers? Are you crazy? You're only 11 years old. Little boys like you can only wear white briefs." That's not what she was saying or probably even thinking. While the briefs made him feel like a baby, ironically, if he was mature about it he would have agreed that they needed to save money and that wearing briefs would have been his little sacrifice to the cause. At least he was getting new clothes for school and his mom was certainly willing to spend a little more to make sure his jeans and shirts looked good and instead of feeling slighted he should be grateful for what she did give him. He should have felt that way, but he couldn't. The reason is that the briefs were actually the least of his concerns. The briefs were just one more item in a long list of things that made him feel like a baby. After all he was 11 years old and there she was with size 8 briefs in her hands as he was indeed rather small for his age. He was the smallest in his class. He was pretty sure he had one of the earliest bedtimes of any of his classmates. His mother was very strict about what TV shows and movies he could see. She gave him very little privacy around the house barging in on him while he was in the bathroom and such. There are other things too which were embarrassing that you will learn about soon enough. So while the briefs may be innocent enough in his mother's thinking, to him they were just one more way she was trying to keep him feeling like a baby and the fact that he looked 7 certainly did not help.
They arrived back at the house and his mom handed him the bags of new school clothes and asked him to put them away. He unpacked the jeans, shirts socks and jackets and was truly grateful for all the neat new school clothes that she provided for him. He also ripped opened the package of briefs. They certainly were white and had that, new underwear smell to them. He held them up and felt a strange tingling in his stomach, as if just having them in his hands somehow the whole world could tell that he was a brief wearer. He thought about his friends. He knew for a fact most of them wore boxers, having seen the waistbands of them at various times. He wasn't sure about his friend James. He never saw his underwear one way or the other so he did not know. He often imagined him in tight fitting fruit of the looms and it gave him some comfort to think that perhaps he would not be the only boy going into fifth grade who still wore briefs. He hoped that like him he was keeping his secret hidden from public view. Still as he placed the new briefs into his drawer he also imagined that across town James was unpacking his new school clothes and that unlike him when he had asked for boxers as well his mother said, "Sure honey if that is what all the other kids are wearing." He laid down on his bed nervous that come September James would bend over and there would be the waistband of a brand new pair of boxers staring him in the face mocking him and ending his last hope that he was not the only tightey whitey wearer in 6th grade. For now though he closed his eyes and there was James parading around in his briefs and reassuring him that he was not alone.
Happy Birthday Steven
It was a week later when David was beginning to convince himself that having to still wear briefs would not be the end of the world that his briefs actually began one of the most traumatic experiences of his life. He often thinks back on how much different his life would have been if only he had convinced his mother to buy him boxers that day in the store. You see it was his cousin Steven's birthday and he was invited to his 9th birthday party. So there he was with a couple of Steven's friends all younger than him. Actually, the party was a lot of fun and he was having a great time with great food, cake and ice cream. As it started to get late in the day most of the other guests were leaving, but being family his mother and Aunt were chatting away so it was only David, Steven Steven's best friend Chris and Chris's 7 year old brother Charles left.
Unlike David, Steve was big for his age. He might have even been big for David's age and was really solidly built being an avid swimmer. Chris was bigger than David too but David was glad that Charles at seven was still smaller than him. They all went up to Steven's room to check out his presents and play a little. Of course Steven being David's cousin knew that he was younger than him, but instead of respecting David or at least treating him like an equal, he actually began treating him the way Chris treated Charles, like the annoying little brother tag along.
David wasn't sure what started it, maybe Steve was showing off for Chris and Charles but he began pushing David off his bed then all the others would all laugh. David would shrug it off and get right back up and act like it was no big deal or that he was not bothered by it. Steven did this a few times and then stopped. They started talking and playing again. David made a playful, but insulting remark about Steve and he once again went to push him off the bed, only this time he made the mistake of trying to resist him. That turned out to be the biggest mistake of his young life. First off, if he didn't resist, it looked as if he was playing along and hamming it up for the crowd, but once he attempted to resist it became all too obvious that his younger cousin could easily overpower him and overpower him he did.
He shoved David onto the floor, but David's attempted resistance provoked him to go further. He came down on the floor and as David attempted to get back up he pushed him back down grabbed his arms and pinned them over his head and pressed his chest into his. David struggled to get back up twisting and turning trying to push his legs up and get out from under him. He failed miserably so there he was pinned to the floor by his younger cousin who was gloating to his friends the whole time. He turned to look up at Chris and Charles still sitting on his bed and commented,
"I guess that will teach him to make fun of me on my birthday."
It was then that David realized that his shirt had come un-tucked during the struggle and as he was wearing new jeans that were a little loose he was pretty sure that the waistband of his brand new Fruit of the Looms was showing. If any of them were to glance at his waist surely they would notice. David knew Steven wore boxers, even though he was younger than him as he has seen the waistband of them many times. He think Chris did too as he thought he got a brief glimpse of a boxer's waistband when he bent over earlier today at the party. He wasn't sure about Charles, but even if he did wear briefs he was 3 years younger than him. He simply could not let these two possibly three boxer wearers find out that the 11 year old boy being pinned to the floor by his younger cousin was wearing a brand new pair of tighty whiteys.
He struggled to get his arms down, but his cousin sensed his movement and pinned him down tighter. It hurt for a second and he yelped in reflex and struggled to break free. He started kicking to try to get Steven off him but the movement of his legs actually caused his pants to slip down a little more exposing even more of his waistband.
His heart was pounding in his throat and he knew it was only a matter of time before one of them noticed. Then it happened. He guessed Chris was having too much fun watching not to join in. He came down and grabbed David's legs to prevent him from kicking Steven. Then David heard him exclaim,
"Hey what's this? He's wearing tighty whiteys."
Steve didn't miss a beat, "No fooling, let's give him a wedgie."
Steve and Chris easily flipped him over onto his stomach. He felt Chris yanking on the waistband as he felt his briefs pull tighter between his butt checks. He let out a yell as it began to dig into his flesh and finally Steve let him go and Chris jumped back. The three of them were beside themselves with laughter as a good 3 or 4 inches of his briefs were pulled up out of his jeans.
"I can't believe your wearing briefs." Exclaimed Chris,
"Even my little brother wears boxers." He stared at Charles who was laughing hysterically at him.
Steve added, "Man Aunt Karen must think you're a baby if she still makes you wear tighty whiteys"
David was pushing his hand down the back of his pants trying to get his briefs back where they belonged as the taunting continued.
Chris chimed in, "Does mommy still tuck little baby into bed at night."
Even Charles had to add his two cents, "Do you still suck your thumb?"
David's eyes began to water up and he was so humiliated that and couldn't keep track of who was saying what,
"What's the matter baby? Your tiny little pee-pee need briefs to keep it from getting cold?"
"Probably wears diapers at night."
"What do you expect from a little boy who gets beat up by his younger cousin?", it just went on.
He stood there tears swelling in his eyes at the humiliation of being teased about his underpants by a brand new 9 year old, an 8 year old and a 7 year old. He finally managed to get his underpants back where they belong when Charles piped up,
"Yeah, he's such a little baby I could probably beat him up."
It was bad enough being teased by his younger but bigger cousin and his friend but he wasn't going to take any lip from a 7 year old smaller then him so he snapped.
He ran over and pushed Charles hard off the bed and he hit the floor with a thud. That shut him up. Unfortunately David did not realize that his mother and his Aunt Martha had come into the room to tell him it was time to go.
"David! What is wrong with you?", his mother exclaimed.
He stood there frozen for a second at their unexpected presence. Aunt Martha went over to help Charles up and David had to confess, given the way he felt, was disappointed not to see him crying.
He turned to his mother and began to explain but she quickly stopped him before he could even start saying, "Be very careful if you think you can come up with a good reason why you attacked a boy smaller than you. If you were having a problem with your cousin and his friends, you should have come to Aunt Martha and me. You are not in charge here."
He stopped and of course he knew she was right. How could he complain? As he thought about it he didn't think he even wanted to admit out loud that his 9 years old cousin and his friends just gave me a wedgie. He did not want to admit that they were teasing him because of the white briefs she made him wear. He looked down at his feet clutched his hands together in front of him and meekly said, "I'm sorry."
David's mother picked his chin up and forced him to look in her eyes. He could see that disappointed look on her face through the tears building in his eyes. It was a look he had seen before. She has a look of both sadness and subdued anger that she gets whenever he does something to embarrass her and disappoint her. A look that says, she must do something neither her or David want her to do, but his behavior has left her no choice. He can see in her eyes she has decided that his behavior has warranted a spanking.
He stands there trembling before her only hoping that whatever she is about to say indicating it is time for them to leave doesn't include any obvious reference to the fate that awaits him at home. He closes his eyes shaking hoping against all hopes that his cousin and his friends don't figure out that when he get home his mom is going to probably take a hairbrush to his naughty backside and spank him like the little boy that he is.
There was no such hope and in fact, he would have been lucky if his mother had grabbed his arm and dragged him out of there saying, "Sorry Martha, but I have to take this boy home, bare his bottom and spank him with my hairbrush till he cries like a baby for making such a scene."
That would have been better than what did happen. David's mother took a deep breath and looked at him and said, "David, my pocketbook is in the living room. The hairbrush is in it, go get it and bring it to me."
Wild thought filled David's head, He thought to himself, "She couldn't be serious could she? She didn't really plan on spanking me right here did she?"
He felt numb all over his body. He was trembling and there was a tingling in his stomach that shot down his groin all the way to his feet.
"This simply could not be happening", he thought.
There would be no doubt to his cousin and his friends what was about to happen. Surely they must have figured out that his mother was not simply going to make sure his hair was neatly parted before they left for home. The only thing his mom was going to straighten out with that hairbrush was going to be his backside. He was frozen with fear and disbelief until his mother snapped, "Move it!"
He ran out of the room to the living room practically crying already at the unfolding events. He found his mother's pocketbook picked it up and found the hairbrush inside. It was a heavy flat wooden hairbrush and he had felt it before. It really served two purposes. His mom did carry it around to brush her hair but he would cringe whenever she took it out in public to brush her hair. It was as if everyone walking by could see the imprint of his backside on it and look at him and somehow know that he had felt it being used for its alternative purpose. Today was different. There would be no doubt what his mother intended to do with it.
He can't recall a time where his mother had shown the hairbrush to anyone but him and indicated that it doubled as his personal paddle. He still couldn't believe this was happening. What exactly did she plan to do? Was she simply going to show it to his Aunt, cousin and his friends to let them know what fate awaited him at home? Maybe she wasn't going to say anything, but leave it to their imaginations. Perhaps he could just look them straight in the eye next time he saw them and deny that his mother did anything with that hairbrush except brush her hair. Maybe that's all his mother wanted to do was brush her hair. After all they were leaving. Perhaps she just was just going to brush her hair and she sent him for it as her little way of letting him know he was in for it when they got home. After all she did just ask him to get the hairbrush. It's not like she said, "Get the brush because I am going to spank you with it."
Mom had never spanked him in public before, but then again, this was his cousin's house not exactly a public place. He could recall onetime when he was six his mother brought him into his Aunt's bathroom to give him a quick spanking with her hand but that was over 4 years ago. Steve was only 4 at the time and he doubted he would remember it.
As he slowly walked back to the room he convinced himself that this was just mom's way of making him sweat and that if he played it cool and acted like the hairbrush was nothing but a hairbrush his cousin and his friend wouldn't have a clue as to what was going to happen when they got home.
He walked into the bedroom where his mother and Aunt were standing talking softly to each other. The three boys were all sitting on the bed quietly with their hands folded neatly on their laps looking like little angles instead of the brats who moments earlier had pinned him down and gave him a wedgie.
He took a deep breath, heart pounding in his chest and in the most cheerful and nonchalant voice he could must said, "Here you go mom."
And he handed her the hairbrush