(gap: 2s) One rainy day, when the sky was all gray and the puddles were huge, my best friend Graham and I were super bored. We couldn’t go outside to play, so our Mothers said, “Let’s go to the jumble sale at the church hall!” The hall smelled funny, like old books and wet coats, and there were tables full of all sorts of stuff—some cool, some just junk.
(short pause) Graham and I didn’t care about boring things like teapots or silly hats. But then—wow!—we saw a table with a big pile of old comics. Our eyes got really big! We dug through the comics and found two Beanos and two Dandys. They had bright, funny covers and silly stories. We put our pocket money together and bought them. It felt like we found treasure!
(pause) When we got back to Graham’s house, we sat at the kitchen table and spread out our comics. The rain went tap-tap-tap on the windows, and we could smell tea from the next room where our Mothers were talking and laughing. Graham and I started reading and giggling at all the silly things the characters did. But then we noticed something weird—almost every story ended with someone getting their bottom smacked! Sometimes it was a teacher, sometimes a Mothers or fathers, but always a big, funny spanking.
(short pause) We started whispering and counting who got spanked the most, what naughty thing they did, and what they got spanked with—a slipper, a wooden spoon, or just a hand. We wondered, “Does it really hurt as much as it looks in the comics?” Graham, who is always braver than me, leaned over and whispered, “Do you think our Mothers ever got spanked like that?”
(pause) Just then, Graham’s Mother peeked in and asked what we were talking about. Graham, being cheeky, asked if she ever read comics like ours. Both Mothers laughed and said, “Oh yes, we did, when we were little girls!” I tried to imagine my Mother as a kid, with pigtails, reading silly comics and giggling.
(short pause) Then Graham, who never stops asking questions, said, “Did you ever get your bottom smacked when you were little?” I was so surprised when both Mothers nodded and said, “Yes!” My Mother even said she got spanked at home and at school. I couldn’t believe it—my Mother, who is always so nice, was a naughty little girl once!
(pause) Graham, still full of questions, asked, “What’s it like? Does it hurt?” Graham’s Mother laughed and said, “Of course it hurts! That’s why it’s called a punishment!” She had a twinkle in her eye, like she was remembering something funny.
(short pause) But Graham wasn’t done. He asked the silliest thing—“Can we try a spanking, just to see what it’s like?” Both Mothers burst out laughing. Graham’s Mother said, “Don’t be silly! You haven’t done anything naughty.” But my Mother, with a big grin, said, “Maybe you should smack his bottom—he’s being very cheeky!”
(pause) To my surprise, Graham’s Mother said, “Alright then!” She put down her teacup, patted her lap, and asked Graham if he wanted to try. I just stared as Graham walked over, took her hand, and lay across her lap like it was a game. She put him in the classic comic book spanking pose!
(short pause) I looked at my Mother, and she crooked her finger at me, smiling. Graham, with his bottom in the air, called out, “Come on, Peter—go to your Mother for a smacked bottom!” I felt shy, but also a little bit curious. It was just pretend, and I wasn’t in trouble.
(pause) I walked over to my Mother, and she took my hand and smiled. “I think I’ll like this,” she joked. She gently put me across her lap. I’d never been in that position before! The world looked upside down. Graham was grinning at me from across the room, his cheeks all red from laughing.
(short pause) Our Mothers whispered to each other, like they were sharing a secret. Then I felt a few light pats on my shorts. It didn’t hurt at all—just a soft tap, tap, tap. I almost wanted to giggle, but I tried to look brave.
(pause) Then, after another quick chat, the spankings got a little bit stronger. The sound of hands smacking bottoms echoed in the room, but it was more funny than ouchy. My bottom tingled, but it wasn’t bad. Our Mothers laughed and joked, and Graham, trying to be tough, said, “That didn’t hurt! And Peter’s mother didn’t smack him hard enough!”
(short pause) Oops! That was a mistake! Graham’s mother gave him two real whacks, and he yelped, his eyes wide. Then, the mothers decided to swap! Suddenly, I was across Graham’s mother’s lap, and Graham was with mine. I felt a little nervous—would she smack harder than my mother?
(pause) This time, the spankings were a bit stronger. My mother, maybe feeling braver with someone else’s kid, gave Graham a whole minute of smacks. He squirmed and made funny faces, sometimes letting out a little squeak. Graham’s mother was a bit gentler with me, but I still felt the sting. It was all just for fun, and we both tried to act super tough.
(short pause) When it was over, our mothers left us hanging over their knees for a few seconds, laughing at how silly we looked. “That’s the best afternoon we’ve had in ages!” Graham’s mother said. They helped us up and gave us big, squishy hugs. I felt warm and safe, even with my bottom still tingling.
(pause) Graham’s mother hugged me and said with a cheeky grin, “You’ve got a very smackable bottom, Peter!” She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I blushed so hard I thought my ears would pop off! I think that’s when I started to really like her—she was so funny and nice.
(short pause) Afterward, our mothers asked us how we felt about our pretend spankings. We talked about what’s right and wrong, and why younger ones sometimes get punished. They warned us, with a wink, that if we were ever really naughty, we might get a real spanking next time! Graham and I promised to be good, but we couldn’t stop giggling.
(pause) The afternoon ended with yummy cakes and more tea. The rain stopped, and everything outside looked shiny and new. mother and I walked home, me hugging my comics and feeling the last bit of tingle on my bottom. I thought about how lucky I was to have such a fun day with my friend and our silly, wonderful mothers.
(short pause) When we got home, mother ruffled my hair and said, “Well, that was a fun day, wasn’t it? Maybe I should smack your bottom more often!” She winked, but she never did—not even as a joke.
(pause) That night, when she tucked me into bed, she asked, “Are you okay after your spanking?” I grinned and said, “I never felt a thing!” She laughed and gave my bed a playful whack right where my bum was. “Be careful what you wish for, young man!” she said, and we both laughed until I fell asleep.
(short pause) Now I’m much older, and my mother isn’t here anymore, but I still remember that rainy day—the comics, the giggles, the silly spankings, and the feeling of being loved and safe. It’s one of my favorite memories, and I keep it in my heart, like a secret comic hidden in a drawer, waiting to be found again.
