A Tribute to Gymnasts

Well, at least one gymnast in particular: Laurie. I know you might be dying to find out the reality of my new situation but since I am still unsure myself what that reality is I am going to reminisce again. This isn't about a humiliating time for me but for someone else and it was my first taste of being a Dom, and I liked it, I really liked it!


Laurie was 16 months older than me, but the way she acted sometimes you would think it was 16 years older than me. My family kind of took Laurie into our hearts and family. She was in our church and had grown up with no parents to speak of and only a grandmother who raised her in a very strict fashion.

She was a brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty who at the time, when I was 15-16 was 6 inches taller than me and let me know it. She had a car and would drive me several places because I didn't have my license in the beginning of our relationship. What WAS our relationship? It was kind of a big sister/mom to little brother/boy type of thing. As I think of it there are hauntingly familiar strains to my power structure relationship to Jenny for the past 5 years.

Laurie was kind enough and very sweet in her way but she was so bossy. She would tell me when it was time to cut my hair or if my clothes were too wrinkled. It would have been one thing if this was in private but it was always in a crowd of our shared friends who would snigger at me because I had been taught quite firmly to respect on older female figure. It grated me and grated me. I didn't like it at all.

One day, there came the straw that broke this camel's back. My mom had taken both of us to get our hair cuts at a friend's house who cut hair for very cheap but did an excellent job. I had been going there for ever and thought nothing of it. It was true that all her hair clips she used for pinning back hair were pink or were butterflies because she mostly did women's hair. I never felt bad about it until that afternoon. Laurie came around the corner to see me with my hair up in some of these clips and bust out laughing at how "cute" I was and what a pretty girl I would make. My mom and the lady friend scolded her severely but it only made Laurie laugh even more. I could feel myself blushing a furious red. I had had it. As my hair cut continued, I formulated a plan. It was very risky. My bottom might be the one in trouble before it was all through but I DIDN'T CARE!

I need to backtrack here to say that one of the many things I loved about being supportive of Laurie was attending gymnastic tournaments. She competed in several different ones. While the other gymnasts were these stick-figure girls who barely rated the title female, Laurie was full-breasted, full-hipped, and because of the workouts she would do she truly had buns of steel. She nearly came out of her suit from the top frequently and the bottom would ride mercilessly up her nicely, rounded buttocks. I had NO PROBLEM going and applauding her display. My mother would look at me somewhat disapprovingly but, as I was to find out soon, was willing to let me be a man. Looking at Laurie, I sure felt like one. My father didn't seem to mind it either.

Now you understand why I say this was risky. I am very strong but she was bigger and stronger than I was. She literally could kick my ass and would if I didn't do this right. I knew that Laurie was about to get her hair cut and I also knew she always would wash her hair in the kitchen sink before it was cut. By my figuring, this might work. I hoped.

I was done with my hair cut and getting up from the chair when I heard the sink start up. My mom and her friend were chatting away while waiting for Laurie to come out. I snuck up on the kitchen and saw Laurie was about to bend over into the sink. I prayed for success and put my plan into action. My cover story would be that her birthday was the next day and it was. She was going to turn 18. I wasn't planning on stopping at 18 though.

I walked up behind her from the right, as I am left-handed. I did two things as simultaneously as I could: I leaned my right arm and full weight on the top of her shoulders effectively pinning her down, and I turned the faucet to full cold water. She sputtered like an angry cat. I told her she had a good birthday spanking coming for a long time and began to spank her lovely bottom. I gave it all my strength. She wailed, screamed, moaned, and cried but was very well muffled by the water pour over her head. After "one to grow on" and a "pinch to grow and inch," I told her she was getting a spanking she richly deserved and I laid into her for at least 2-3 minutes. Her bottom was so well toned that my hand was hurting but I didn't care.

After the first minute and half, her wailing and screaming had died down to whimpering and moaning. It didn't help her that the lady friend's son had come in at this point to watch what was going on. He was home from college and could have decked me in a heartbeat but I think he knew her shrewish nature from previous visits. Unfortunately for Laurie, she had a big crush on him and I knew it. He laughed and applauded my efforts by clapping in time to my swats to her rear end. Towards the end, I lectured her with each flurry of spanks about being so bossy, being a shrew, needing to treat me with respect or I'd repeat this all over again.

I figured I was done. My hand couldn't take much more and I had no idea about her bottom. She was wearing very thin slacks and there didn't feel like there was much protection for her. My exiting act was to also turn the hot water on full bore and hightail it out of the kitchen. I went to the living room were Mom and her friend were waiting in hopes that I might find some allies when Laurie came storming out. It didn't take long. Have you heard the wind through the trees in the forest? She sounded like a freight train building up steam. She had a towel around her head and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Her claws were out and coming for me. She had me by the arms and was, I must admit, successfully dragging me out of my chair and down the hallway. I knew my life would be ten times more miserable if she got her way with me. I'd be getting spanked for every little thing.

My mom's voice cut out like a lash. "LAURIE! STOP IT!"

Laurie dropped me and began to sputter out her tale. She told about the water, the birthday spanking, and then the real spanking.

My mom looked at me once but before I could speak asked quietly, "What did he spank you for, Laurie?"

Laurie blinked. I almost did. Laurie didn't lie, I'll give her that. She repeated fairly close to my own words what I had spanked her about.

"And what are you trying to do?" My mom asked.

"I'm going to take him in the other room and tan his bottom!" Laurie said with some violence. I tried successfully to keep from dry swallowing. This was the pivotal point.

My mom looked at her friend and her friend back at her. They busted up laughing. Laurie was furious all over again. She blushed a deep crimson. My mom's friend spoke first.

"After what you did to him today, I think you got off pretty easy, Laurie. Don't you?" She asked my mom.

My mom nodded. "He should have used a hairbrush but what's done is done. You got what you deserved and you will sit down at and get your hair cut or I will be the one using a hairbrush on you and I will let Jesse watch."

Laurie's face was a cascade of emotions: anger, disbelief, humiliation, acceptance, and finally, grudging obedience. She knew my mom wasn't kidding. She went and plopped herself down on the wooden stool but yelped and jumped up. I walked over and handed her a pillow. I smiled sweetly as I did it.

Two things about that experience, my mom stopped the car in the driveway when we got home from taking an unspeaking Laurie back to her house. She looked over at me.

"If I ever catch you spanking a young girl's bottom for sheer pleasure or ever on the bare then you won't be able to sit for a week or more. Am I clear?" She looked hard at me.

"Yes, Ma'am." I was confused. It sounded like there was a tacit permission to do this when it was deserved? What?!! I will always remember what she told me next.

"You will be attracted to girls who are bossy, shrewish, and just plain bitches at times. You are like your father - strongly male. These women fall into one of two groups: the ones who will never change and don't want to or the last ones who are just looking for the man strong enough to take them in hand, literally. Do you understand?" She looked at me questioningly.

"I think so."

"Laurie is too old for you to make this sort of thing work. I think she might be the kind that is just always going to stay this way because of what her father did to her or didn't do for her. I doubt you will need to spank her again. She won't be speaking to you for a while I imagine, but I saw a lot of your father in you today." She smiled wistfully.

I began to wonder but how do you ask your mother if your father spanks her? I desperately wondered but I couldn't ask her or my father about it. I would just be very observant from now on.

She watched me think things through. "Yes, he has and would again if it was needed but I rarely need it because I am happy with who and what I am."

I just smiled because there was nothing I could say to that. She admonished me again though about being abusive or thinking women's roles were truly subservient or servile. I knew better than that and should act accordingly. I only made one feeble argument. "But a gentleman isn't supposed to spank a lady, is he?"

My mom wisely smiled and replied, "If she is acting like a true lady then there would be no need to be spanked. I am example of that - now."

You can see why I recall this memory. It was by first Dom experience and my mother's explanation of how domestic discipline worked in our home was eye-opening to me. Somewhere along the years, I forgot about this conversation but it makes so much sense now. Gotta go...the girls want to go shopping - this should be very, very interesting.