Guenter Klow - Sirens and studs

Wendy unlocked the door of her suburban house, stepped inside and stopped, stunned. From the back of the house came the unmistakable sound of someone being spanked.

That didn't make sense. Since she lived alone with her eighteen year-old son Andrew, and had done so since the divorce more than a year before, there couldn't be anyone being spanked, but there was.

Closing the door quietly and slipping her shoes off, Wendy walked quietly toward her bedroom. The whimpering and sobbing she heard between spanks were familiar. They were the sounds Andrew made when she spanked him. But if he was getting a spanking, as seemed to be the case, who was administering it?

Out of shock, but still somewhat dazed, she edged closer to the open bedroom door, then she was close enough to be able to peer between the door frame and the door. What she saw then almost sent her back into shock.

Andrew was getting a spanking all right, but he was giving it to himself. But more than that, there was the way he was dressed.

He wore a bra which he had filled with something, a garter belt, a pair of nylons, her high heeled black pumps and a pair of panties. The panties were stretched across his thighs, just above the tops of his nylons.

His bare bottom was well blotched from many smacks with the back of the brush she sometimes used to spank him. Both cheeks of his behind were already as red as they had ever been when she spanked him, yet he showed no sign of wanting to stop.

"I'm not finished with you yet… SPANK… you bad girl," he scolded, making his voice sound as maternal as he could. "Take this… SPANK… and this… SPANK… Yes your bum is red and hot… SPANK… but I'm going to give you more… SPANK… SPANK… And after this spanking… SP ANK… SPANK… you will get a good… SPANK… strapping with this belt… SPANK… You are going to have… SPANK… SPANK… a very red bum before I pull your little panties up… SPANK… SPANK… Hold still… keep your… SPANK… SPANK… bare bum right up so I can give it the spanking it deserves, like this… SPANK… SPANK… Do you hear?"

"Ooh… sob… yes Mummy… ow… oh my bum… my bum… oww… SPANK… SPANK… oh Mummy, my bum… my bum…" the boy pleaded in a tone very familiar to Wendy, then his voice changed again.

"Yes, your bum… SPANK… SPANK… Have some more on your bum… SPANK… SPANK… you naughty girl… I'll teach you… SPANK… SPANK… not to finger your cunt… SPANK… SPANK… I'll teach you like this… SPANK… and like this… SPANK… SPANK…"

Wendy felt trapped as she stared at the startling scene. That he was involved in a spanking-sex fantasy was very obvious. The state of his arousal was clear from the obvious strength of his erection.

But why? she wondered. She had begun spanking the boy shortly after the divorce when he threatened to get out of control. She had been aware of his emotional upset about the breakup of the marriage and tried to compensate, but something had been necessary to bring him under control and in her desperation, she turned to spanking.

He submitted to each spanking without protest, but she had never seen any indication that he enjoyed being spanked. Had she, Wendy asked herself, in her effort to do the right thing, steered the boy into some kind of perversion? What else could account for his dressing in her clothes to give himself a spanking? How could he take such a sound spanking and be so obviously enjoying it?

There were so many questions and so few answers. What to do? Should she walk into the room and put a stop to it? Should she leave him in his privacy and talk to him later? What would she say when she did? What could she say?

And then the decision was taken out of her hands as a cough developed, she tried to choke it back, but it escaped. She saw Andrew drop the brush with a look of shock at having been caught. She had no choice then but to walk into the room and face her son, whose face blushed as furiously as did his buttocks.

"Mum…" he gasped.

"It's all right, dear. So you got caught but it isn't the end of the world," she told him, fighting to keep her tone calm as he pulled up his/her panties to cover the penis that suddenly softened with shock.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took his hand and drew him down beside her. She still didn't know what to say, but she hoped thoughts and words would come.

"I'm sorry, Mum. You must think I'm crazy. Maybe I am," Andrew said with a crestfallen look.

"You are not crazy at all, dear. You're a very fine boy and I'm proud of you."

"But, you know. Like this…" he said and then ran out of words as he looked down at his female attire.

"Let's talk about it, dear. What you were doing is called engaging in sexual fantasy. That's a very normal thing. All kinds of people engage in all kinds of sexual fantasies. People masturbate, they act out sex dreams of all kinds."

"Even spanking themselves? I don't think so."

"Spanking is one of the commonest of sex fantasies. There are all kinds of books and magazines especially for people who get sexual kicks out of spanking. I hear they sell millions of copies."

"Is that the truth, Mum?"

"Yes dear, it's the absolute truth. You're at an age when sex is becoming important. You're old enough to go out and have an affair with a girl, so, like all boys of your age, you masturbate and have sex fantasies."

"But, you know, wearing your clothes and everything."

"I wouldn't advise you to tell your friends about it," Wendy told her son with a little smile, "but lots of males get kicks out of wearing panties, garter belts and all that. The most harmful thing about it is feeling guilty. You have to believe that what you're doing is not shameful or sinful or anything like that. So you dress up in female clothes to spank yourself and jerk off, so what? That's your private life."

"Gee, Mum, you're really something. When I heard you and knew you'd caught me, I thought you'd kill me."

"Silly. You're my son and I love you. Growing up is a tough job and it's up to me to help as much as I can."

"Thanks, Mum."

"It's nothing. Want me to go away so you can finish up what you were doing?"

"No thanks," he told her and blushed some more. "I don't feel like it now."

"Then let's talk some more. How long have you been enjoying being spanked?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure. At first, I thought it was awful, then one time you spanked me when you had just your nightie on. Lying over your lap made me feel kind of, I don't know, funny, you know."

"I get it. You could feel my thighs through my nightie?"

"That, yes, and also your nightie felt so… sexy."

"Can you tell me more about it, dear? Did you jerk off after the spanking?"

"Yes. It was like I could close my eyes and still see you in your nightie, you know, up top and your legs and all that. The sting in my bum felt exciting. I rubbed it with both hands and I got real worked up."

"Did you have a hard-on all this time?"

"Yes. As the tingling started to go away, I wanted to spank myself some more to make it come back. I took my… you know… in my hand and I went off almost right away."

"I'm glad you're able to tell me all this, dear. It's going to make everything easier for the two of us. I guess that's how you got interested in panties, garter belts and all that?"

"Not really. One night when you had been out, I was in bed when you came home. I don't know why I didn't tell you I was awake, I was kind of dozy. You took your dress off in the bathroom and I saw you. You had on black panties and a garter belt and nylons and a bra. You looked so sexy. I never saw anything so beautiful."

"Did you get a hard on and pull yourself?" Wendy asked.