No Picnic

Even though I am an adult I still get spanked by my mother. Now I am mostly spanked because I still wet the bed. When I was young it was determined that there was no medical reason for this so my mother was encouraged to use punishment to stop this behaviour. This punishment took many forms including spankings and humiliation. My mother was in charge of the children so it was her who administered the discipline. She was always careful to assure that my friends did not see this although at times it was close. As mother is very inventive with her punishments there are many stories in my life.

Up until I was well into my teens if the bed was wet in the morning I knew that sometime before the day was over I would be naked in front of my mother waiting for a spanking with the leather strap which was always handy. When I wet the bed I also had to wash the bedding and hang it on the line outside. I am sure that the neighbours new about this. On one Saturday morning  when I was barely in my teens I awoke very wet as I was getting out of bed mom came in. To find if I was wet she felt the front of my pyjamas and then informed me I could leave the wet pants on while I did the laundry. It was very uncomfortable but I knew enough not to argue.

I was outside wearing only my wet pyjamas hanging the laundry on the line when to my horror mother appeared with the leather strap in her hand. Our back yard is surrounded by trees and a fence between us and our neighbour and that fence is low enough for us to talk over. Mom started to drag a picnic table into the centre of the yard then called me over. She then ordered me to remove my wet pyjamas. I protested saying what if the neighbours should look over.

"Why would that matter, she replied, you act like a five year old and they see five year old bottoms all the time.

This was true as they had five year old twins who played in their wading pool naked all the time. My mother then grabbed the tops of my pyjamas and pulled them over my head. After a certain age mom would not remove our pants we had to do it ourselves. I started to protest when the strap landed on my wet pyjamas with a loud crack I knew this would do no good so I pulled my pyjamas bottoms down and they fell to my ankles. The cool breeze blowing on my very private area caused it to become hard almost instantly. Now I was standing naked in my back yard with my penis standing erect and my mother looking on as I knew what was coming next.

When I grew old enough to start having erections in the morning mother knew I wouldn't be able to on my stomach for a spanking so she developed a method which got rid of the erection in a hurry. She ordered me to climb up on the picnic table and to sit in the middle with my legs stretched out in front of me and spread apart. I was then to lean back on my elbows this left everything between my legs open to my mothers view.

I lost all thoughts of the neighbours as the strap started to land on the fronts of my legs. The target was from my knees to my groin and after just a couple of hits on each leg I was crying like the baby she said I was. Mother warned me to lie still or "something " may get hit she didn't plan on and just the thought of that froze me in position.

Mother often tried to not only treat me like a child but also on occasion made me act as one ado that.

"You know sometimes baby boys when they have their diapers off start to pee,  do you have to pee," she asked

I shook my head yes

"Well go ahead" she commanded

I can't, not out here where somebody can see me

Well maybe I will just have to paddle your legs until you do

With that the strap started to land first on one leg and then the other. I pushed and pushed trying to make the pee come while I was laying in this unnatural position. Finally a golden fountain erupted between my legs. Mother didn't stop as the pee splashed on my stomach and ran between my legs. Finally when it stopped so did mother and I sat there totally humiliated and covered in my own urine.

After that the spanking I was about to get was almost a comfort. Mother now told me to lay on my stomach with my legs and arms spread to the corners of the picnic table and I was now to be punished for wetting the bed. My mother's spankings went from the buttocks to the knees, first down one side and then up the other. This lasted for at least ten minutes and before she was through I was crying and screaming in pain. When she was through she left me laying naked in the sunshine rubbing my sore bottom while she took my pyjamas inside to wash. I lay there in fear for an hour knowing that some one could come into the back yard any time and see a thirteen year old boy laying nude on a picnic table with a very red backside.

When mother returned she started baby talking to me as she helped me off the table. She asked me if I still had to pee and I shook my head yes. I was now the little boy she wanted me to be so I didn't protest when she lay her cool hand on my hot bum, took my penis in her other hand and pointed it at the ground.