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Date: Sun, 18 Aug 1996 18:20:53 UTC
Subject: NEW: Master Chris #77 - Back in the Corner F/m

Back in the Corner                       (c)1996 Master Chris
Story #77 in the Master Chris Collection
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Well, here I am, back in the corner.  It's a position I know
well though I can't seem to ever get used to it.  My nose is
pushed as far into the living room corner as it can go.  My
bottom, bare of course, is slowly cooling off from the
burning, embarrassing, childish spanking its just received.
I'll be here for a few minutes with nothing but my hot
bottom and my thoughts to occupy me.

You would think I'd be used to it by now.  After all, I've
been spanked since I was a boy.  I'm sure I was a handful
and I no doubt deserved most of the punishments I received.
Dad used to spank me but he left my mom and me when I was
only 7.

Punishments stopped for awhile but I turned into something
of a terror and it wasn't long before Mom took up where Dad
left off.  At least once a week it seemed I was being pulled
over Mom's lap for an "attitude adjustment".

The routine was always the same.  Mom would pull down my
pants and underwear in one good, long yank then bend me over
her lap.  Once I was in the desired position Mom would make
sure I knew why I was being punished then apply her firm
hand until my bottom was red and hot and usually until I was
in tears.  Then I shuffled off to the living room corner, my
pants still around my ankles to "think about it".

The pattern was the same time after time until I turned 15.
Then everything changed. forever.

I guess as with any boy who's been spanked through puberty,
my bare bottomed spankings got more and more embarrassing.
I certainly worked harder to avoid them but still every 2 to
3 weeks I found myself baring, however briefly, my growing
and suddenly hairy genitalia on the way to bending over my
mom's lap.  Worse, more often than not, I would be sporting
a raging hardon in plain view of my own mother.  No amount
of pleading would have Mom stop baring my bottom.  She felt
that the embarrassment was at least as important to the
punishment as the application of her hand.

When I was around 15, the Hendersons next door moved away
and Miss Balsam moved in.  Miss Balsam was a very attractive
woman close to my mom's age and lived alone.  She and Mom
soon became the best of friends.  Miss Balsam was always
over at our place or Mom was over there.  They seemed
inseperable.  It's funny though, after awhile Mom's attitude
toward Miss Balsam changed.  She seemed overly polite and I
don't think I ever heard her contradict Miss Balsam.  It was
always "Yes Katherine" or "Of course Katherine".

Anyway, with all the comings and goings of Miss Balsam and
my mom, the inevitable finally happened.  I remember it was
summertime and Miss Balsam and Mom were perched on stools in
the kitchen sipping at some lemonade.  I don't remember
exactly what I said as I went through the kitchen but it was
certainly not nice and as Mom reacted I know my reply
contained a swear word or two.  In retrospect it wasn't very
smart.

A heartbeat later Mom had a firm grasp of my ear and was
tugging me towards a kitchen chair.  My eyes sprung wide
open in horror as I realized she meant to spank me right in
front of Miss Balsam!  My panic struck cry of "Mom!" went
completely unheeded as Mom dragged my shorts and underwear
to my knees in one pull.  My traitorous cock was, of course,
rock hard and I quickly moved my hands in a vain attempt to
cover it.

The spanking was the same as always except that for the
first time my embarrassing punishment was in full view of a
non-family member and, worse, an attractive female non-
family member.

When Mom finished tanning my behind and finally let me up,
Miss Balsam got a full view of what I'd been trying to hide
as I shuffled off to the corner rubbing my bottom.  I think
I remember every second of the fifteen minutes I spent
there, my red naked bottom on display to both women.

Mom and Miss Balsam picked up their conversation as though
nothing had happened although the conversation now turned to
corporal discipline.

"I'm happy to see you take him in hand Mary," said Miss
Balsam.  "Goodness knows, boys of all ages need firm
guidance."

"I guess so," said my Mom.

"Of course so!" said Miss Balsam.  "Why, if you ever feel
you can't keep up, I'd be pleased to lend a hand."

"Do you hear that Michael?" asked my mom.  "If you give me
any more trouble I'll have Miss Balsa adjust your attitude
for you."

The threat must have proved salutory because for almost
three weeks I kept my nose out trouble and out of the
corner.

My mom it seemed, was spending more and more time next door.
She was so deferential to Miss Balsam that sometimes she
seemed like a kid herself.

I did pretty well for about three weeks before my mouth
finally ran out of control again.  This time it was over
homework and I told Mom what I though she should do with her
suggestions of finishing it early.  It was one of those
moments when I wished I could have reached out and grabbed
the words to cram them back into my mouth but it was too
late.

Mom got real quiet and her eyes narrowed.

"Alright Michael, you want to continue to test me?  Well
you're going to learn that your actions carry consequences.
Come with me."

With a firm grip on my wrist, Mom led me right out the front
door and toward Miss Balsam's despite my increasingly
frantic protests.

When I went to pull back, Mom stared me down with a steely
gaze.  "Michael, if I don't get your immediate obedience, I
swear to God I'll spank you right here on the front porch!"

I believed her.  Sniffling, I followed her over to the house
next door.  I figured I was in for a repeat of my last
punishment.  I wasn't exactly right.

Mom walked straight in without knocking.  I mean, she
practically lived there anyway.

Calling for Miss Balsam, she pulled me to the corner of the
living room.  With a sharp tug my shorts and underwear were
down around my ankles and a short push at my back was enough
to propel me to the corner of another woman's home.

Though I silently begged it not to happen, my cock reacted
to these circumstances by rising up to achingly hard
attention.

Miss Balsam was now in the room too and she and my mom
retreated to the kitchen where they began speaking in tones
just below my ability to hear.  In a few short minutes they
were heading back into the room to announce my fate.

My mom came up right behind me.  "Well Michael," she said
softly. "You're going to get your wish.  Biss Balsam will
take care of today's attitude adjustment."

"Mom!" I implored.

"Mom nothing!" she snapped.  "You do exactly as you're told
or so help me your next spanking will be on the porch!"

"Off you go Mary," said Miss Balsam.  "I'll send him back
when we're done."

"Yes, Katherine," said my mom and without further ado left
me alone for my first spanking with Miss Balsam.

The room was quiet for a minute or two.  I could just feel
Miss Balsam's eyes on my bare bottom.

"Alright young man," she started.  "Punishments in my house
are done my way.  The first thing that we don't do here is
to give spankings to half-dressed boys so get those clothes
off right now."

"Everything?" I squeaked.  This was worse than I had
imagined.

"Everything and be quick about it!"

I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long before I was
buck-naked and back in the corner.  Although it wasn't
visible from behind, my cock was still rock hard and my
hands were covering it in front.  Miss Balsam, of course,
noticed.

"Clasp those hands on your head," she instructed.

I had never felt so vulnerable.

I heard Miss Balsam leave the room and meander through
different parts of the house.  The waiting only served to
build the anticipation of what was to come.

It was perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten when I heard her
comae back to where I was waiting.

"Alright young man, follow me."

I figured I'd be going to quickly get across Miss Balsam's
lap but she was already on the move through the kitchen and
down the few stairs to the den where she stopped and sat
down in an easy chair.

My hands had naturally come back to covering my hardon and
Miss Balsam noticed as soon ash she turned around.

"Get those hands back on your head!" she barked.

I jumped as my hands seemed to fly back up of their own
accord.

Miss Balsam looked me up and down, pausing at the sight of
my bobbing cock.

"Step closer," she said firmly and I shuffled forward until
I was only inches from her.

Miss Balsam reached out with her right hand which held, I
now saw, a hairbrush.  Using the edge of the brush she
pushed at the underside of my cock then stroked the edge
along the length of it from bottom toward the top.  I gasped
at the sensation.

"So, I see you being punished arouses you," she said.
"Well, perhaps we'll deal with that later.  Alright, over my
lap then."

Miss Balsam was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as I bent
over, my hard cock came directly into contact with her warm
thighs.

"Lift up Michael," she said.

I lifted my hips as instructed and felt Miss Balsam's hand
snake down to firmly grasp my hard on.  In one smooth
motion, Miss Balsam's thighs spread open.  Her hand tugged
downward, firmly pulling my hard organ down with it. The
thighs clamped together holding me in place by the end of my
now squeezed cock.

I felt one of Miss Balsam's hands on the small of my back,
the other resting on my clenched buttocks.

"Like your mother, I think we'll start with a hand
spanking," she said.

The first smack came immediately and in a few moments my
bottom was hot and red as usual.  The spanking didn't last
long and seemed somewhat less strict than what I was used
to.  Of course I didn't realize that this was just the
beginning.

The spanks stopped and I waited to be let up.

"You're not quite dont yet, young man," I was told.

What else? I wondered.

I heard the sound of a jar opening then I smelled it as Miss
Balsam put the jar right under my nose.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

The smell was tell-tale.  "Vics-vap-o-rub," I replied.

"Indeed it is," Miss Balsam chuckled.  "Is your bottom
warm?" she asked, patting my behind.

"Yes," I said.

"Well it's about to be much warmer both inside and out.
These pink buttocks are still clenched.  I find that a sign
of rebellion and I won't have you being rebellious with me.
Now, point your toes and lay the tops of your feet on the
carpet."

I followed my instructions.

Suddenly I felt both of Miss Balsam's hands at my tender
buttocks.  To my horror she spread them wide, wide apart
fully stretching and exposing my crinkled anus.  I found I
couldn't clench my buttocks at all to prevent the
humiliating exposure.  To my surprise, the new position of
my feet effectively removed any ability I had to keep my
bottom clenched.

Holding me spread with one hand, I then felt the tip of Miss
Balsam's finger at my most sensitive opening.  She tickled
me outside momentarily then slide her long slippery finger
deep into my body in one firm motion.  She pulled it out
then pushed it all the way back in a slow twisting motion.
The sensation drove my hips down involuntarily pushing my
cock deeper between her thighs.

The finger withdrew leaving me feeling squishy behind.  My
body was already a riot of conflicting sensations but Miss
Balsam wasn't done with me yet.

For a moment or two she just held me still then I felt the
prickly feeling of the bristle side of the hairbrush
stroking my already sensitive bottom.

"Yes Michael, it's my brush and in a moment you're going to
make its acquaintance."

It was a another moment or two before I realized what we
were waiting for and I moaned as I did.

What had started as a squishy then tickling sensation deep
in my rectum and in the ring of my anus was now becoming
uncomfortably warm.  The Vics which would have normally
warmed my chest to treat a cold was having a much more
pronounced effect as a lubricant.

At the first sign of my involuntary squirming, Miss Balsam
stopped stroking me with the bristle side of the brush and
turned it over to finish warming me on the outside.  The
hairbrush spanking was fast and furious and almost instantly
had me in tears.  I was quivering when a couple of minutes
later it stopped.

Miss Balsam held me, stroking my back and buttocks with her
hand until my crying settled down to sniffles.

"Your spanking is over Michael but when you're punished by
me, some embarrassment will go with the lesson to make sure
you remember it."

At that I felt my hot buttocks spread again and a new touch
at the hot circle of my anus.  I realized right away what it
was as it pushed past my sphincter muscle.  The rounded
handle of the hairbrush slid deep into me until I could feel
the bristles against my bottom.

"Back in the corner young man, and get those hands back onto
your head."

With the brush stuck ridiculously from my behind and my cock
still stuck straight out in front, I shuffled forward to the
designated corner to wait another ten minutes with my bottom
on fire outside and smouldering inside.

I had pretty much calmed down when I was told to turn around
and approach Miss Balsam again at her easy chair.

This time she was holding a ruler in her hand and for a
moment I thought I was to be spanked again.

Miss Balsam reached out with the ruler and tap lightly at my
stiff cock.  It bobbed crazily at the sensation.  My hands
were still locked on top of my head and I stared stupidly as
the edge ruler now moved to scrape along the bottom of my
cock from top to bottom.

"Hmm, still aroused are you?" she chuckled.  Very well, you
may relieve yourself."

My eyes were wide.  Surely I couldn't have understood her
properly.

"Go on, pull on it," I was told firmly.

I still couldn't believe it.  Miss Balsam's eyes raised to
mine.  "Now," She said.

In a daze I lowered my hand to my cock and gave it a
tentative squeeze.  It didn't take long.  I was so worked up
that a few short strokes later my body clenched up to start
an orgasm.  The hairbrush handle still buried deep in me
held firm against my spasming anus as I cried out and
watched my cock spurt over and over onto the hardwood floor.

Miss Balsam smiled at me.  "You can clean that up in a
moment.  Alright, back over my lap."

Again, I put myself over her warm thighs wondering if I'd
again be in for more punishment.  Almost immediately I felt
Miss Balsam's touch on the end of the brush still lodged
deep in my bottom.  It was twisted then teased in and out
for a few moments before being completely removed.  I felt
twinges from my just-spent cock at the sensation.  My bottom
was still burning hot inside and I was grateful for the next
touch of Miss Balsam's fingers covered in cold cream as she
once again deeply lubricated me.  This time the cold cream
had a soothing sensation.  My cock rose harder at the
sensation.

It was over quicker than I'd thought and with my cock once
again hard, Miss Balsam had me stand again.  Without asking
my hands went back to the top of my head causing a small
smile from my tormentor.

"Back in the corner for another few minutes Michael," she
said.

Dutifully I shuffled back into the corner, my engorged
member at attention as I heard Miss Balsam leave the room.

My bottom was down to a dull deep warmth when she re-entered
the room and had me dress and leave.

It was my first spanking by Miss Balsam but by no means my
last.  From then on my mom would bring me over to Miss
Balsam's on a regular basis.  Sometimes she'd stay and watch
me be punished and teased, sometimes I'd be left on my own.
On a couple of occasions I'd find other women at Miss
Balsam's.  To my intense embarrassment they would be
permitted to view my punishment in its entirety.

The routine varied from time to time but it always included
me stripping completely and always included my bottom ending
up hot both inside and out.  You think I'd get used to the
feel of that brush sticking out of my bottom but I never
did.  It was always an erotic, scary experience.  I did get
used to going into Miss Balsam's and immediately stripping
completely and going to the living room corner to stand with
my hands on my head.  It was what was expected of me.  I
still remember the first time Miss Balsam's hand touched my
always erect cock and assisted me to my completion.

There are a few moments that stand out firmly in my mind of
punishments that would come.  The first is when I arrived to
the living room to find a young woman about my age in one of
the corners. I was stunned.  She was completely naked and
facing one of the corners.  She was very attractive at least
from behind.  Her bottom was red from what was obviously a
recent spanking and, just like me, she had the famous
hairbrush sticking out from her perfectly rounded bottom.
So that's what it looks like I though to myself.

For a moment I froze, not knowing what to do.  Then, I
figured that obeying my instructions was probably the best
course.  I quietly stripped and put myself into the corner.
Miss Balsam's entered a few moments later.

"Come here Sara,"  she said.

I listened as the young lady shuffled over.  I heard Sara
bending over Miss Balsam's lap and heard her gasp then moan
as she was teased and manipulated much as I was.  The cry of
her orgasm must have been embarrassing for her.

As I was called over to that same lap a few moments later,
Sara was back in the corner.  She stayed there through my
entire punishment, making it one of the more embarrassing
one of my life.

I saw Sara several times over the next year in that same
position.  I would find out much more about her than I had
ever counted on.

The other moment that stands out firmly in my mind was a
glimpse only but validated what I had expected for a long
time.  Miss Balsam had been over at our house while I was at
school.  When I came home, she was just leaving and smiled
at me as I entered.

I went right up to my room to change into something more
comfortable and as I did so, I was stunned to catch sight of
my mother in her bedroom.  She was standing, naked in the
corner of her room, nose in the corner and, like she had
often seen me, with a hot and red bottom.  Her own hairbrush
was clearly visible sticking from between her buttocks.

I stared, fascinated for a moment, but there was really
nothing that I could do.  I went to my room and changed.
When I came out, her door was closed.  We never spoke of the
incident.

About a year after I first met Sara, I finally met her in a
social setting.  Miss Balsam invited Mom and me over for
supper.  Sara was there and for the longest while I couldn't
look her in the eye.  She turned out to be Miss Balsam's
niece.  It turned out that my mom and Miss Balsam were
working on being matchmakers.  They figured Sara and I would
be a good match.  I didn't realize how right they were until
Sara and my first date.

We ended up back at her place and before I knew exactly what
I was getting into, I found myself naked and standing in the
corner of her room!  She had learned well from her aunt and
then some.  We've been together ever since.

Sara has her own style and expects me to perform for her
once I've had my attitude adjusted.  She's taken great
delight in trying all kinds of methods of doing so.  From
time to time she even demonstrates for my mom and her aunt.
I find those moments the most embarrassing.

One thing that almost never changes and that it how I'm
expected to wait for her ministrations once my warm up
spanking is complete.  It's how I'm waiting right now, in
the corner with the long handle of her hairbrush buried deep
in my bottom.  She says I'm in for a special treat tonight.
I can hardly wait.

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