Chapter 1

I was supposed to be a computer programmer. I shot it all to hell after discovering Internet porn and got kind of addicted to it. I got online at work and was watching porn right there at my desk when I was supposed to be working. As sometimes happens my computer got a virus from the porn. It got on the company’s network and did a lot of damage. They quickly traced it back to my computer. Of course I was fired on the spot. This was one in a string of bad decisions I made as soon as I was out of my mom’s house and on my own.

Actually it goes back further than that. I was 14 when the paddle was retired from our house and I started to drift a little shortly after that. Mom gave the paddle to my sister, Rose, for her to use on her kids. Shortly after I lost my job I happened to see Rose use the paddle on her oldest. I thought to myself, I need that.

I bought myself a similar paddle and tried to discipline myself. I bared my bottom, bent over the arm of my couch, and proceeded to paddle myself. I really tried. The first swat was full-force and brought the pain I was looking for, the pain that had kept me in line for so long. However, after that initial pain I found myself unable to give myself another whack that was more than just a light tap. I knew I needed it, and I was genuinely trying, but I couldn’t do it. I needed somebody else to administer the spanking.

I also tried to get my old job back. Because of the unprofessional way I had quit, just storming off in the middle of my shift, the manager wouldn’t even discuss it. I ended up in a much lower-paying job the better part of a month later. I got fired from that one for being late too often.

On top of that my driver’s license got suspended for too many traffic violations. I shouldn’t have been driving anyway, I had let my insurance lapse, this being shortly after they passed the law making it illegal to drive without insurance in this state. Somehow the judge didn’t pick up on that one. My fines would have been higher than they already were if he had.

I also lost my girlfriend when she caught me making out with another girl.

I could go on, but I’m sure you get the picture. I was screwing up big time.

I kept all of this from my mom. As far as she knew I still had that programming job, my license, and my girlfriend. When I got evicted from my apartment because I was unable to pay the rent I had little choice but to come clean. I told her the whole story and asked her to let me move back into my old room. Well, not the whole story. I left out my attempt at paddling myself and the reasoning that had led up to it, but I told her the rest. She let me move back in.

Mom didn’t say much that first night. Bright and early the next morning she woke me up to lecture me about my life choices. At the conclusion of the lecture she said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Michael. You clearly know your choices are wrong when you make them but you make them anyway. I’m really scared for you, for your future. I wish I knew how to help you turn things back around. What do you have to say?”

I answered, “‘Sorry’ doesn’t seem to cut it.” I considered for a moment. I’m a short, skinny, weak guy. My mom is quite tall and very strong for a woman. I pictured myself bent over the back of a chair and her paddling my bare bottom. Hell, she could easily take me over her knee again. “You know, I always did respond quite well to corporal punishment. Maybe it would help if you paddled me again?”

“You’re entirely too old for that! You’re an adult, with adult problems. Now really think about it. Think about what you’re going to do. I’m here for you if you need help.” That was the end of the discussion at that time, but it would be revisited. We hugged and kissed.

I had set up my computer in my old room and got onlline. When I started watching porn I was aware I didn’t really have time for this, it could cause me to miss my job interview, but I did it anyway. I masturbated to conclusion to some girl-on-girl porn. I zipped up, knew there was no way I was going to make my interview, and didn’t even bother to call them. I just went ahead and unpacked the rest of my stuff. My paddle was just lying on my bed.

Mom came in and brought up what I had said about spanking. I was embarrassed and said, “Oh, that was just another bad idea. You were right.”

She said, “Maybe not. I thought about it. A good spanking always did bring you right in line. Other punishments were never nearly as effective. You’ve been acting like a child, maybe I should treat you like one.” Right about then my phone chirped. I looked at it. The company that was supposed to interview me was calling, clearly to ask why I hadn’t shown up. Mom angrily said, “You’re looking at your phone? I’m still talking to you!” Then she noticed the paddle on the bed. “Ah, there’s a paddle in this house again. I think it’s time I used it!”

I was having second thoughts. “Mom, I just don’t know.”

“I don’t either. But it’s definitely worth a try. Before I do anything I want to hear you agree to my terms.” She turned around the straight-back armless chair I had been using as a computer chair and sat in it. “Once you decide to go over my knee again that will be the last decision you make on the matter. There will be no changing your mind once I start. I will paddle your bare bottom as hard as I can until I’m satisfied you have learned a lesson. And I will do it as often as needed. You must obey me completely in this. Your punishments will be at my sole discretion.”