Guenter Klow

Sirens and studs

CASE HISTORY ONE

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.

"Yeah."

"And that was when you started wearing my clothes and giving yourself spankings?"

"Yes. Every time you go out I hurry to get your sexy things."

"I guess it was dumb of me not to notice signs that you had been wearing my things," Wendy told her son and realized to her surprise that she was becoming sexually aroused.

"I'm always careful. I check for hairs and all that," he told her. "A couple of times when I had accidents in your panties, I washed them and hid them until they were dry," the boy explained, finding it exciting to be talking so freely of his sexual adventures.

"You mean you went off in my panties? Tell me about it dear."

"Oh, I'd get all dressed and walk around and play with myself, then I'd pretend to be a girl getting spanked by her mummy. I'd take my panties down and spank until my bum felt like fire, then I'd pull my panties up and rub myself until I… you know, went off."

"It all sounds very exciting, Andrew. How is it that you never got a hard-on when I was spanking you?"

"I was afraid you'd notice. I just managed to make it stay soft even when I was excited."

"Well, I see I'm going to have to find some other way of punishing you when you're naughty. What a pity."

"You mean you enjoy spanking me?" Andrew asked, his voice rising.

"Since you've been so honest with me, dear, I guess I owe you the same. I don't know how or when it started, but more and more I've found myself getting excited about doing it, smacking your bum, feeling you squirm, listening to you sob and cry, seeing the cheeks of your bum get red. I felt it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I was careful though, to spank you only when I was sure you deserved it."

"I know that. A few times lately I tried to trick you into spanking me, but you didn't do it. You're not going to stop spanking me, are you Mum?"

"I don't know what to say, dear, what to do. I'll have to think about it. I'm going to go have a drink and do lots of thinking. We'll talk about it later. You stay here and do whatever you want. I won't notice if you have to wash out my panties," she added, winked, patted the boy on the thigh, then left the room.

Wendy poured herself a stronger than usual drink and took it to her room. She was still highly aroused sexually and when the feeling refused to go away, she put her drink down, reached under her dress to jerk her panties down and then she fell back on the bed and slowly masturbated, her clitoris responding strongly to the light touch of her finger until she climaxed fiercely, barely able to avoid shrieking in ecstasy.

After that, she tried to wrestle with the problem of her son and what she was going to do about the strange direction in which their relationship was turning. She gave it a lot of thought. The temptation to join her son in his enjoyment of transvestism and spanking was almost overpowering, but Wendy saw the danger that it could very easily lead to incest and that scared her.

After a long time, she still hadn't found any answers, then she heard a knock on her door and told Andrew to come in. She saw that he was dressed in a shirt and pants, but was still wearing her nylons.

"I'm just going to do my laundry," he told her with a grin as he showed her the panties he held in his hand and told her with his eyes that he had masturbated in them.

"Here," she said as she reached under her dress and jerked her panties down and stepped out of them. "Take mine along too. I wouldn't want you to think you're the only one around here who masturbates."

"Did you really?" Andrew asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Of course I did," she told him as she tossed him the panties and he caught them and held them lovingly, as though savoring the warmth and intimacy of her body in the nylon.

"Was it good?"

"It was great. Now get out of here," she scolded with a grin. "I have a lot of things to think about."

"So have I," Andrew told her, then walked from the room.

In the bathroom, he ran warm water and dropped the panties into the basin, then he unzipped his fly and took his penis out. It helped him with his very exciting thoughts. He took a lot of time in washing and rinsing the panties, but despite all his efforts, he wasn't able to get the erection he wanted.

"Did you make up your mind, Mum?" Andrew asked, later, as he helped his mother prepare dinner.

"Not really, dear. It's all so confusing. I'm finding it difficult to be honest with myself. I am your mother and I love you, but there are limits. I have to be very careful."

"But you will spank me when I need it, won't you?" he asked, his tone indicating that anything else was out of the question.

"I wish I knew what to say. I've come up with one idea, but perhaps I'm fooling myself."

"What is it, Mum?"

"Well, you know I don't like the new kids you're spending your time with. I thought that perhaps if you promised to drop them, I'd agree to go on spanking you, when you deserve it, of course," she added, silently calling herself a liar.

"That's a deal, Mum," he said with enthusiasm. "I swear I'll never go near that bunch again. They're all going to get in trouble soon anyway."

"Thank you, dear."

"I'm not going to need other friends, Mum. From now on, I'll just want to be with you."

"Oh no you don't. That's sweet of you, but you need to have some friends of your own age. I'll insist on that, dear."

"Okay, Mum, but I'll be doing it for you. Mum, what is it like when a woman masturbates? Do you shoot like a guy?"

"No dear. When a woman masturbates to orgasm, it feels as good as when a man shoots, but it all happens inside her vagina. It stimulates a certain amount of juice, but there is no ejaculation as happens when a male climaxes."

"A guy has to get a hard-on before he can do it. Does a woman have to do anything like that?"

"No dear. A woman can masturbate whenever she feels in the mood for it. She can do it once or half a dozen times in a row."

"Wow. You're lucky. I tried to do it again while I was washing the panties, but it wouldn't get hard."

"You shouldn't overdo it, dear. Masturbating in itself isn't harmful, but too much of anything is a bad thing. The excitement will diminish in time if you do it too often. It works much better if you make yourself wait for it."

"Is that what you do, Mum?"

"Yes dear. For instance, right now I feel a very strong urge to masturbate, but I'm not going to. I'm going to let the urge get stronger and perhaps at bedtime, I'll treat myself to another orgasm or two."

"Oh Mum, I'd love to see that. I'd love that more than anything in the world."

"What a naughty boy you are, dear. I'm afraid that's out of the question."

"Oh Mum, please."