Mark, A Friendship From Sore Places

The following story was inspired by my last post “Emily Needs A Bare Bottom Spanking… Desperately!” (Linked below) Happily, it was written by a friend (and edited by me) who shares a similar fetish: The complete joy and the turn on from public bare bottom spanking stories.

You are also welcome to send me any creative sexy stories you’ve written. Just submit to me, literally (and figuratively… hee hee) and let’s see where it goes. Enjoy!

Mother gave me a bare bottom spanking… when I was a teenager!

In 9^th grade, my best friend Kara witnessed the bare bottom hand and brush spanking my mother gave me one morning before school. Getting on the High School bus after with a very sore and hot behind was extremely embarrassing. I was sure everyone knew that I had spent my morning over my mother’s knee getting paddled. As it turned out, only Mark, an acquaintance at that point figured it out.

Mark was a nerdy guy who was two years older and sometimes rode the school bus with me. We were the kind of acquaintances that only said “Hi!” in the hallways because we rode the same bus. We’d exchange smiles, but never had a reason to connect. Truth be told, Mark was a pretty straight guy who was involved in student council, band and was an athlete of limited talent.  He was tall and wore glasses, got good grades, and although he was friends with everyone, he didn’t really get invited to the good, secret parties that included the “more adventuresome” people like Kara and me.

Mark only rode the bus when he didn’t have the spare family car. It was one of those car-less days that my mother decided at breakfast to embarrass me in front of Kara by pulling my pants down and spanking me for talking back to her, again. The school bus ride after my spanking was when Mark initiated a conversation that would result in our being life-long friends.

Leaving Kara with her mouth open at the breakfast table after my humiliating paddling, I ran to my bedroom. While in there I took a quick look in the mirror at my reprimanded behind. How could she… Before total embarrassment set in, my mother yelled that if I missed the school bus, I would get another dose of the hairbrush. And she declared that there would be no warm-up on my already tarnished bottom for this second spanking. Hurrying, I didn’t want that. The thought of showing up at school late with red eyes and a stiff walk was daunting.

My friend watched my bottom get spanked!

Silently, Kara and I hurried to get to the bus and made it just before it pulled away from the stop. Phew… Getting on the bus first, she didn’t say anything to me. Instead, she sat down next to another friend and turned away. I had to find my own seat further back on the bus. Since it was already in motion, I plopped down hard on an open, unpadded seat and let out an “Ouch!” There just didn’t seem to be any position that relieved my sore bottom…

Then, from the seat behind me, I heard a voice say, “Are you OK?  It sounds like you’re hurting!” Embarrassed that someone had noticed my yelp, I froze. Without looking at who was speaking to me, I told a little fib. “I’m OK, just fell yesterday and am a bit sore.” I thought that would end the inquisition. But it didn’t. My intrusive back seat rider softly said, “You look like I felt when I got it from my mom last year and had to ride the bus right after.”

He couldn’t see me, but I’m sure that my eyes bulged and my face blushed. Pausing first to calm myself, I turned around and saw that it was Mark. He smiled kindly. Hesitantly, I asked him “What do you mean, you got it?”

Mark smirked and quietly replied, “I got spanked… Paddled actually.”

Now, for obvious reasons, I got happy and a little silly, and replied, “Very embarrassing for a kid our age to get spanked, isn’t it?”

Mark answered, “Probably more common than we think. I just saw the way you were reacting and wanted to make sure you were ok, no matter how you hurt yourself.”

The bus pulled into the school parking lot and stopped. I quietly stood up in relief. Then I asked Mark. “Are you riding the bus home today?”  He said, “Yes” and I said, “Can we talk some more then?” He smiled shyly and said, “Sure.”

Those hard wooden school seats were no fun to sit on all day. During one break alone in the bathroom, I checked to see if my bottom was still red. Thankfully there were only a few small bruises left before changing for PE class. Some of my teachers seemed particularly nice to me. Even though they never said anything, I think they were familiar with the subtle signs of spanked adolescents.

I survived the school day and especially PE without severe social trauma and was interested in chatting with Mark on the bus ride home. No matter how embarrassing the subject was, the fact that he too had felt this humiliation made me feel well… not so alone.

He was on the bus before me, and, smiled when I came down the aisle. But strangely, didn’t move to let me sit with him. I knew it was his shyness rather than a lack of interest so I asked him, “Could I sit next to you?”  He grinned and said, “Sure!” Then moved over and gave me his seat. Thankfully my bottom wasn’t too sore any longer. We rode quietly for a while. Then I asked in a mocking tone, “Are you always so bizarrely candid with people on school buses?” We both giggled. “And, how did you have a clue that I quote, ‘Got it’ unquote this morning?”

Spanking teenager boys and girls…

Well, Mark admitted, “I, or rather my mother, may be partly responsible. Our mothers are friends and I overheard a phone conversation. Your mother was having a difficult time dealing with you and your “lack of respect.” My mother told her that she should spank you. I could tell the way the conversation went that your mother thought we were too old for that. But, my mother told her that I displayed a similar annoying behavior until one day the final straw was my telling my mother to “Shut up!” Class President or not, mom decided it was time for a spanking.  When I protested, she asked if I would prefer to have a family friend deliver it? I wisely said no. She felt the results from the spanking were so good that she recommended that course of action to your mom.”

Wow, I thought. This guy is so sincere and honest. It’s refreshing. I decided that I might as well get to the details. So I boldly asked him “How and where did your mom do it? Did she pull your pants down? And did she use anything other than her hand?”

Mark looked at me, and cautiously asked, “While you can trust me, can I also trust you to not rat me out to your friends?”

I told him simply “Yes.”

He spilled all the beans about his spanking. It was very similar to mine, except his mother used a childish paddle instead of a hair brush. He noted that his mother was very strong. Her hand and the paddle did the job quite well. He still wasn’t sure if the tears he shed were more from her hand hitting his bottom or the humiliation from getting a spanking at such an advanced age.

As we approached my bus stop, I realized that Mark was a really good guy. I grabbed his hand and asked if he’d like to come over and hang for a while. My mother wasn’t going to be home for a couple of hours. It didn’t take much to convince him.

Sitting around drinking soda we got more comfortable with each other. Feeling at ease enough, I pulled my pants down and showed him my spanked bottom. The bruises were still very visible. He told me that applying Arnica would remedy them before PE on Monday. We happen to have some. So, with a little trepidation and more thankfulness, I let him apply some onto my bruised rear end.

Sometimes strange, unintended consequences flow from life’s events. Looking back, my temporarily sore bottom was a small price to pay for the beginning of my friendship with Mark. He was the only guy I had ever told or showed such private things to. It was a first for both of us and now looking back, a lifelong “turn on” we would always share.

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