For a Flower
by Horizon

copyright 2005 by Horizon, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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JJ Bennet reached his narrow hand between the slats in the
picket fence at the rear of his own yard and grasped the
stem of a rose. The nine year old boy was fascinated by the
bumble bee activity among the flowers. He bent the stem
carefully towards him just enough so that he could peer into
and among the petals and watch the bee at work. He was
intrigued by the thought that he would be as a giant who had
torn of the roof of an apartment building and was looking in
observing the inhabitants walking from room to room.

The peace of an idyllic afternoon was broken when Mrs.
Dagmar Swenson whose tenement abutted the Bennets' yard
leaned her quite large shoulders out of her first floor
tenement window as far as possible and yelled,

"JJ, don't touch that. Don't - you - dare..."

Mrs. Swenson's loud voice from no more than 20 ft away
scared the beejesus out of JJ. Mrs. Swenson always scared
him, some days more, some days less. Today was more.
Startled, he jumped/fell over backwards onto his butt on the
grass. The rose he had been holding broke from the stem and
remained in his hand. The bee was nonplussed and moved along
to the next blossom. Mrs. Swenson was very "plussed".

"I saw you, JJ. I *saw* you reach into the fence, on my side
(roses on his side would have been fair game of course) and
deliberately pluck my rose. That was just mean."

Mrs. Swenson was not a rose fanatic. Mrs. Swenson was not
even an avid gardener. She was just possessive and bossy.
Some called her a battle ax but, not to her face. It was not
that JJ had purloined a rose, as opposed to a daffodil or
petunia; it was that he had plucked *her* rose. Dagmar
Swenson was 5 foot 5 inches and she carried about 180 lb.
She was not fat; she was powerfully built of good peasant
stock; the kind able to do heavy labor from dusk to dawn.
She was a formidable woman and brooked no nonsense from her
five children, ages 12 to 22, and if necessary retribution
would be swift. It was not unusual in the warm weather, with
everyone's windows open, to hear the sound of one of the
Swenson kids getting "what for" as they called it coming
from the Swenson's house, delivered most often by Mrs.
Swenson as Mr. Swenson, Olaf, worked a six day week.

In the tightly populated group of two and three story
tenements set on 1/4 acre lots, it was difficult to avoid
knowing neighbor families' business. The neighborhood
children knew enough to be glad they weren't Swenson kids.
In this setting Dagmar wielded an unusually strong
influence. Dagmar, by nature was invasive to everyone's
life. She had the propensity to chime in with opinions on
anything; and did. And yet, she had the uncanny knack of
never going so far as to get her nose chopped off for
sticking it into other peoples business. This unconscious
talent caused her opinions to be considered but, were not so
invasive as to cause resentment and thus be rejected.

JJ looked up at Mrs. Swenson from his vantage point on the
ground, flat on his butt. He placed the rose up against one
of the pickets on his side so as not to be seen by Mrs.
Swenson.

JJ shivered in place he was scared and too young to explain
his actions in a favorable light. He didn't know why he said
it but, it burst forth from his lips uncontrollably.

"I didn't take your friggin flower you mean old lady."

Mrs.Swenson gathered herself up, "I see someone needs their
pants brought down."

His blood ran cold at the words and the manner of delivery.
JJ got up red faced and stretched his empty hands up in a
silent "whaaat" gesture thinking non possession of the item
would make the problem go away. He knew enough not to say
anything else so he turned and walked towards the back door
of his house all the while feeling Mrs. Swenson's gaze burn
holes in his back.

JJ kept a low profile all day Monday hoping that the fuss
would blow over. By Tuesday the following day, he had nearly
forgotten about the incident. JJ came home from school
Tuesday in warm and pleasant weather. He rushed home
directly as he wanted to ditch his schoolbooks and change
into clothes suitable for a baseball game with his friends.
He opened the screen and took the three steps up to his
first floor landing in one. Opening the door he plopped his
books on an available counter and called out , "Mom, I'm
home."

But his mother was not in the kitchen as she usually was
this time of day. Like most tenement houses in the plat JJ's
house was laid out with a front porch that faced the street,
entering the front door, all the common rooms were on the
right side of the house, first the bright multi windowed
living room, which connected directly to the dining room as
sort of a double room but, there were pocket doors between
the dining and living room and the front room could be
completely closed off if desired. To the left of the dining
room was a small common area formed by the bathroom and
bedroom doors that opened into it. Only company ever used
the front door.

It was this layout that led JJ to his big surprise. As he
continued towards the back of the house, which was actually
the front, JJ found the dining room empty and the pocket
doors opened about a foot. JJ expected to find his mother in
the living room so he strode purposely up to the pocket
doors without even looking, placed one hand on each door and
spread them apart forcefully so that they slid quite far
apart into their pockets. He took a breath to ask for
permission to go play and,

"Mo....."

He never finished his word as he looked in the room to see
Mrs. Swenson and her sister in law, Alice Thornsley were
having tea with his mom. Mrs. Thornsley, was about 5 feet 8
inches tall. She was lean but not thin. Her features, were
sharp and angular which gave her a sneaky look. She sat with
her teacup daintily in her lap in the other arm chair. Mrs.
Thornsley was frequently in the company of Mrs. Swenson. She
was sort of a yes woman to Mrs. Swenson. As Mrs. Swenson
offered her opinion, Alice would second it, adding weight to
its impact and unconsciously causing the recipient to weigh
the advice more heavily than they might otherwise. JJ
couldn't help but think of her as Long John Silver's parrot
to Mrs. Swenson's "pirate". Dagmar Swenson sat in his dad's
armchair ahead and to the left and she fairly well filled
it. She was an ample sized woman powerfully built. Her heavy
thighs, more muscular than fat, forced her knees slightly
apart under her dress. Her knees were quite large and round
and looked to him for all the world like two Cantaloupes in
nylon stockings. She was even more frightening at close
quarters than she had been from her window. Mrs. Swenson
held her teacup in front of her face stopping in mid sip to
peer over the top at JJ. Her expression could not be read,
Mrs. Thornsley looked smug. His breath caught in his throat
and he actually hiccupped as his diaphragm momentarily
spasmed as his vision took in the assemblage. JJ thought
this might be bad.

"Ah, Jeffrey John, I am glad you came directly home today.
There is something I want to discuss with you. I met Dagmar
and Alice at our church committee meeting and they have been
telling me some interesting stories. "

Just then Kay Bennet, JJ's older sister, aged 12, flounced
in to the living room. "Mom, is JJ going to get it?"

"Mind your own business young lady or you'll be getting
"what for." Go into your room and do some studying for a
change."

Kay Bennet turned and walked from the living room so that
her mom would not see the smirk on her face. Like most young
brothers and sisters they had a love/hate relationship. She
knew JJ was going to get it, and in the living room which
meant if she was lucky she could hide behind her door
opening it a crack to see JJ's punishment. At the very
least, she would hear every smack and so would the
neighborhood as all the windows were open in the warmth.

"What for." The words hammered JJ's ear drums like thunder.
"What for" was Swenson kid code name for a thorough
spanking. He was sure Mrs. Swenson had put some bad ideas in
his mom's head. JJ also noted that his mom called him
Jeffrey John, this was going to be bad.

Theresa Bennet recounted Mrs. Swenson's version of the rose
incident and gave JJ a chance to explain. JJ gambled, "But,
Mom I didn't take the rose...." and lost.

His mom reached over the arm of the sofa and grasped the
rose that had been on the end table. "I found it behind the
picket, just where Dagmar said it would be, Jeffrey." This
immediately put an end to any argument JJ could make for
leniency, having fibbed, Mrs. Swenson's version of the
incident was accepted. Only the Lord knew what Dagmar
Swenson had told his mom.

"Well you certainly have earned yourself a spanking, Jeffrey
John. Take off your sneakers", said Theresa Bennet.

This confused JJ as he couldn't understand why he needed to
take his sneakers off for a spanking. "But mom", pleaded JJ.

"Now Jeffrey," she said flatly nodding down towards his
sneaks. Jeffrey stepped on each heel of his sneaks and
pulled his foot out without undoing the laces. "Now come
here, Jeffrey."

"Oh mom please not here," begged JJ.

"You're wasting time, Jeffrey John", said Theresa Bennet.

JJ approached warily, voice in a whisper, "Please mom, not
here in front of them. They'll see everything. Please. I'll
be so embarrassed."

"You should have thought of that before your terrible
behavior embarrassed me yesterday, young man. Be quick about
it, you have already earned yourself a little something
extra," said his mom.

JJ knew he had no choice as he surveyed the room. Dagmar
Swenson was in his dad's favorite armchair back to the
windows in front of him and to his left. Alice Thornsley was
in a matching chair in front and to the right. His mom sat
on a couch on the right side of the room, at the far end
closest to the two ladies.

JJ walked over to his mom being careful not to slip in his
crew socks on the hardwood floor. He stopped on her left as
he reached her.

"Around this side please, Jeffrey" spoke his mom. Theresa
put her hand on his right arm and guided him around her
knees over to her right side at 90 degrees to her lap. Then
she reached over with two hands and hooked her thumbs under
the waistband of his elastic waist cord slacks but, also
under the waist of his briefs. Without ceremony she brought
them swiftly down to his ankles. He hiccupped again in his
shock, the very center of his stomach was turning over and
over, and his sphincter gave him that terrible trembling you
get when you think you are about to face a disaster. His
privates were now in full side view to Mrs. Swenson and his
pale white hiney was right in front of Mrs. Thornsley. The
lump in his throat grew to the size of a baseball and his
faced turned red in shame. His mom positioned him over her
lap and then stretched her hand out to the right to remove
JJ's pants and underpants from around his ankles. Now he
realized in shock why he had to remove his sneaks, his mom
was going to bare him completely from the waist down, except
for his crew socks. JJ sobbed. It was a difficult stretch
for Theresa but Mrs. Thornsley helpfully leaned forward and
dragged the clothing over his heels and off. Then she
proceeded to fold them neatly and wedge them in between her
hip and the arm of the chair. Out of sight, out of mind. JJ
wouldn't be getting dressed any time soon.

While he was upended, Theresa Bennet delivered a short
lecture to her son about his behavior and how he was to
modify it. Then she raised her hand up to shoulder level and
back, paused momentarily for effect and brought it swiftly
down in a smooth arc. As was her custom, the blow landed on
the upper left cheek first. POP. JJ heard the sound an
instant before the pain registered in his brain. "Ow-wow" he
yelped, sort of a combination of ouch and wow. Alice noted
the rise of one red patch from her vantage point. Theresa
began to swing in a deliberate fashion, timing the blows so
that each impact was appreciated by JJ to its full extent.
She was pacing herself; she had no intention of running out
of steam before the job was done. CRACK, CLAP, SMACK.
Theresa applied herself diligently to her task of turning
JJ's bum a bright red all over. SMACK, KLAP. the blows fell
as JJ hopped and wiggled on his mom's lap too busy to worry
about the display of his little hole and his penis directly
in front of Alice Thornsley. CRACK, THWAP JJ's bum burned as
tears flooded his eyes. In between the painful cracks and
his blubbering JJ wondered if his friends could hear his
discipline through the open windows.

Finally after about 25 wacks, Theresa paused. JJ lay there
sobbing, trying not to cry like a big boy, while the heat
from his red ass soaked into his consciousness allowing him
the full appreciation of its sting. He knew better that to
get up until directed. Alice Thornsley sat calmly facing
JJ's flaming ass and his exposed genitals, which JJ made no
attempt to conceal, being thoroughly occupied with the
sensations he was receiving from his butt. Then Theresa
said, "All right JJ now I want you to get up and walk over
to Mrs. Swenson and apologize and, you had better mean it."

The last thing JJ wanted to do is walk across the living
room naked from the waist down, stand in front of Mrs.
Swenson and apologize. He knew better than to question his
mom though. So he rose up from her lap put both hands over
his penis and began to walk towards Dagmar Swenson.

"Jeffrey...hands at your sides," said his mom, as that was
the custom in the Bennet house for all punishees. Somehow JJ
made it across the floor to stand in front of Mrs. Swenson
and he delivered an heartfelt apology. When he had done so,
Mrs. Swenson did not say she accepted the apology but said,

"You are a very lucky boy, JJ, your bum wouldn't have gotten
off so easily in my home. I deliver plenty of spankings and
this is nothing. And even so, Theresa, I sometimes wonder if
I am to easy on them"

"Oh your children are all so very well behaved, Dagmar" said
Alice gratuitously. "You are doing absolutely the right
thing."

"Oh don't be silly Dagmar, we're not done here yet. I am
just resting my hand." said Theresa as she shook out her
right hand to emphasize. "Now, Jeffrey, I want you to go
directly to the bathroom and get me the shower brush."

The words exploded into JJ's ears. "Mommmm....?"

"Go," was the curt answer from Theresa. The shower brush was
a plastic brush about 18 inched long designed to let one
wash the more difficult to reach areas of the back. It had
an oval head approximately 4 inches by 6 inches, the shaft
was flat, 1 inch wide by 3/8 inch thick. It was made of some
kind of clear plastic and was probably indestructible. JJ
turned and walked directly towards the bathroom on his
mission. From Mrs. Swenson's side of the room it was on a
straight diagonal line. As he walked, hands by his sides he
thought he could discern some movement behind Kay's door. He
dare not look or move his hands and he knew his sister was
enjoying his embarrassment of his full frontal nudity. At
least his spanking was at too acute an angle for her to see
his shame, he thought.

JJ returned directly to his mom's side anxious to hide his
glowing butt from Kay. He presented it to his mom with
trembling hands; it was, after all, the spanking equivalent
of the neutron bomb in the Bennet household

"All right Jeffrey, resume your position." That was worse
than being pulled over a lap. JJ had to walk around to his
mom's right and try to get himself back as he had been, to
surrender his butt to a thrashing under the observation of
Alice Thornsley. But he did as told.

Once again Theresa had JJ's naughty butt under
contemplation. Taking mental aim she drew back her arm and
sent the brush down. Thwack. JJ howled. It made a duller
sound as it impacted the already red ass than a hand spank
but, the effect was much more powerful. Knowing this,
theresa swung her instrument with less amplitude, which
allowed greater accuracy. THWACK, THUD, WHUMP she fell into
her rhythm, "Yeow, owww, ooh" yelped JJ in response. His
tears, real steamy tears flowed freely and fell on the
carpet. JJ hopped and howled not caring at all that Alice
had such a direct view of his "goods". He scissored his
legs, he kicked out he hopped and heaved entertaining Alice
with a dancing penis and a crimson bum. He was bouncing so
mightily that Theresa was having a hard time holding him on
her lap.

"Do you need any help restraining him, Theresa", asked Alice
with exaggerated concern.

When he heard that, JJ gritted his teeth and tried to take
his punishment with a minimum of motion. At last, after what
felt like a lifetime, but was only about 25 smacks, Theresa
stopped. JJ's chest heaved with the effort of breathing as
his lungs sought to make up for the air they had missed. JJ
prayed that he would be sent to his room but, it was not to
be.

"Jeffrey you may stand," said his mom, which he did at her
side, blushingly rememberingd he was naked in front of Mrs.
Swenson. "Now Jeffrey, I told you that you had earned extra
spanks. I think it will be six. Now I want you to go over to
Mrs. Swenson; she will give those to you."

Again he tried to speak but he could make no sound but the
little hiccup. Sobbing, hands at his side he walked to his
doom at the hands of Mrs. Swenson. He knew that Kay could
see him on this side of the room. As he walked he was
horrified to realize that his organ was erect and bobbing
actively with each step he took. He blushed from his neck to
the roots of his hair. He arrived in front of Mrs. Swenson.
He looked at her large hands. Each hand covered 2/3 of his
tight little butt so each swat would be like two. Mrs.
Swenson slid her ample butt towards the front of the chair
to position herself more effectively for JJ's punishment. "I
have to make arrangements there's not really room to swing
from an arm chair, Theresa."

"Oh would you like to move to the coach, Dagmar?" asked
Alice, ever helpful.

"Oh no, I have experience with this sort of thing, I'll
manage" she responded. "Now this is something you may find
useful Theresa, I know I do, but first let's see..." She put
her hands on JJ's hips which were at eye level from her
vantage point and spun him around 180 degrees so that his
erection panned the room and stood him facing Alice and
Theresa, and the peeping Kay. "Hmm, well his sit spot is
hardly red at all. No matter that can be fixed." With that,
she turned him a further 180 degrees which provided the full
360 degree view to those at hand and hiked up her dress.
Then she guided him in sideways between her large thighs and
closed them holding the nearly naked boy captive. "As I was
saying Theresa, this position is very helpful if your chair
has arms in your way." JJ was very aware of his erection and
of being trapped between the big woman's thighs. He faced
directly the windows that opened onto the street, his
erection was aimed dead center at one of the windows.
Silently, he wished for a snipers bullet to pierce his
forehead and end his humiliation.

"Now dear," she said, with a slight emphasis on the "dear",
"I want you to do exactly as I tell you and take this like a
big boy. I don't want to have to award you any extra spanks.
I want you to hold your jersey out of my way so I can do
this right. To do that place your thumbs under the hem in
front of your hip bones and just raise them up in front of
you until you get to your armpits, good...now point your
elbows straight out in front of you but be certain to keep
your thumbs pressed to your chest. See Theresa, this makes
it harder for him to clench his bum or wiggle away from the
smacks".

JJ wanted to vomit, he was naked from his nipples to his
ankles, in front of an open window, sporting an erection,
trapped between a woman's thighs in front of his mom and two
other women, not to mention his sister who he just knew was
laughing silently as she peeped at his glowing ass and erect
member. And every time Alice and Dagmar would meet him on
the street from now on, they would have a mental image of
him in his present state to his everlasting embarrassment.
Mrs. Swenson's was in no hurry to get this over with. She
believed in maximum embarrassment for the punishee and JJ's
state did not go unnoticed by her. Once she had JJ suitably
arranged at her mercy she began to lecture at length, most
of which was not even relative to his crime. In between the
long soliloquies she would occasionally deliver one of his
spanks. Occasionally giving his mother advice about future
punishments.

"See Theresa, to do a proper job the sit down spots have to
receive their fair share of attention. In this position, I
can bring my hand up from below and find those spots in the
crease that are still white." Dagmar was so strong that even
in this unleveraged position she packed a heck of a wallop
on JJ's butt. Each of Mrs. Swenson's allowance of spanks was
delivered when he least expected it. Each strike of her big
house chore hardened hand elicited a "Yeoww" from JJ. The
surprise and the force of the blow causing him to jerk
upwards, which caused his stiff dick to spring like a diving
board. Alice found it thoroughly adorable, though she didn't
mention it.

Finally, Mrs. Swenson used up her stinging allotment of
spanks although she awarded JJ one extra spank just as a
matter of principal to prove that she could. JJ was
screaming inside his head by this time awaiting his release
which he knew was in sight when Alice said innocently, "and
now my six, Theresa?" (pause) "Oh, I am sorry I
misunderstood I thought it would be six each from Dagmar and
myself."

JJ, just released from the thighs of doom, his tears almost
dry, exploded. "No," he shouted, "You're not in this, you
have nothing to say."

JJ's mom let out an audible sigh. "Jeffrey John, you don't
know how to quit when you are ahead. Did you forget
everything I told you while you were over my lap? You must
mend your ways and exhibit contrition at the end of your
punishment. I guess you best have six from Alice also."

JJ couldn't help but let out a sob of anguish. Back across
the living room he went hands at his sides, erection bobbing
with each step. He took his position at Alice's right hand
side waiting for her lap, with his glowing butt towards Mrs.
Swenson and at least his dick was not pointing out the
window like an arrow for a one way street. Better. But then
it got worse. Alice slid forward as Dagmar had and hiked up
her skirt past her bony knees and said sweetly, "Oh, that
won't do dear. We'll use Dagmar's position but I am left
handed. With that she placed her hands on JJ's hips and
turned the blushing boy around 180 degrees again panning the
room with his erection. Alice Thornsley by accident or
design aimed his genitals squarely at Mrs. Swenson. "Now
resume your position and do try to be good dear, it's almost
over now if you behave. Don't forget to lift up your jersey
the way Dagmar showed you. That's it, elbows out, stand up
like a big boy." The saccharin in her voice was killing him.

JJ stood in the humiliating pose with his dick pointing 30
degrees above horizontal. He was sideways directly in front
of his mother. He realized that she could not help but
notice the difference in his length between now and when he
was flaccid. Once again JJ went through the prolonging
lectures as he faced Mrs. Swenson directly. Alice was not as
powerful as Dagmar but her boney hands on his tortured
behind hurt just as badly. What she lacked in strength,
Alice made up for with velocity; effectively delivering
punishment to JJ's inflamed ass. And just as with Dagmar's
surprise strikes so Alice entertained her sister in law with
the yelping boy as she watched his penis bob with his balls
following every leap.

When it was over, JJ waited obediently in front of Mrs.
Thornsley for his release. But it was not to be, as his
mother had him stand with his nose in the corner and put his
bright red ass on display.

Mrs. Swenson remarked upon observing the results that they
indeed had done a proper job of discipline.  "You know
Theresa," said Dagmar, "you can't let up on your discipline
for a minute these days. My daughter Gwen is almost 14 now
and is baby-sitting regularly in the neighborhood. She has
been raised so that she knows what proper discipline is and
she is strong for her age just like her mother. She would
not be afraid to apply whatever discipline was necessary.
You should consider having her sit for your children on
church bingo nights."

"You're right, Dagmar," said Theresa Bennet. "I have been
worried about proper discipline in my house while I am away.
Tell her to save every Thursday night to sit for JJ and
Kay."

Mrs. Swenson rattled an empty cup slightly. "Oh, look at me,
what a bad host, shall we have another cup of tea while JJ
finishes his corner time?" said Mrs. Bennet.

"Let's do", said Dagmar.

JJ listened in silent misery from his corner. Gwen Swenson
was fresh to him when she didn't have control over him. What
would she be like as a sitter? And all this for a friggin
flower, he thought.