Henry and His Grades






Henry delayed as long as he could. He hung out with a group of friends until dark 
and only then thought he might make it.

Henry had just gotten home from school. He had received his grades that day, and
they weren't very impressive. Henry knew his parents would not like what they
saw, but a quick telling off for an hour or two wouldn't be worse than anything
else he had expected, and with his dad on a business trip in Rio, the telling
off wouldn't be worse than the "You're so lazy" speech.

Henry left the paper on the kitchen table and went upstairs to his room. He put
on some Mega Death and waited for his mother to come home and call him
downstairs to chew him out.

After a few hours of waiting, Henry heard his mother arrive home from work, the
front door opening and closing. A few minutes more...

"Henry! Come downstairs right now!" shouted Henry's mother.

Henry switched off his hi-fi and went downstairs to see his mother waiting in the
living room. She was visibly upset sitting on the sofa. He stood in front of her
awaiting her speech.

"Henry! What's this supposed to be?" she asked him, holding his grades in her
hand.

"My grades from school."

"They're not very impressive Henry. Why aren't they better? You're too lazy to
..."

Henry stopped listening. He had heard it all a thousand times before and this was
no different from the last. Henry thought about other things. His mother sitting
in front of him preaching for example.

She was thirty six years old, divorced and then remarried. She had Henry when
she was 18, the same age Henry was now. Henry studied her attire. A short red
miniskirt and matching red blouse together with her blonde hair and black
stockings made her look quite nice... for an old person, thought Henry.

"What did I just say?" inquired Henry's mother.

Not having paid attention for the last few minutes, Henry just stood there
looking at her.

"You weren't listening were you Henry?" said his now angry mother.

"No." replied Henry quietly.

"I'm tired of just talking to you and asking you kindly! From now on I will have
to resort to... spankings." stated his mother, almost calmer than she was before.

Henry just looked at her in surprise. Henry had never been subjected to corporal
punishment, in fact any beating of any kind. This was new. So new in fact, that
he had a lot of trouble believing his mother until she said:

"I'm going to spank you now Henry. You will do exactly as I say and you will not
dawdle, lest you want your father to know about this. Understand?"

Henry quickly accepted, common knowledge telling him that his father would spank
him much harder than his mother... if he was told. Which he wouldn't be,
according to his mother.

"Yes mother. I'll do whatever you say." said Henry, almost elated that his father
wouldn't be in on this.

"Now go to my bedroom and fetch me that big hairbrush I have on my dresser."
ordered Henry's mother.

Henry went upstairs, retrieved the hairbrush his mother wanted, went downstairs
and gave her the hairbrush.

"You will be getting the spanking bare, so take off your clothes."

"But mom, I can't take off my clothes... not in front of you!" said Henry.

"Oh come on! You haven't got anything I haven't already seen, so strip now or
your father might want to spank you when he gets back!" was her reply.

Henry thought about his situation. Which was worse: Being spanked nude by his
mother or being spanked by his father?

It would be embarassing being nude in front of his mother, but then again, having
a man spank him, nude or not, would hurt a lot more.

Henry opted for the embarassing choice. He knew that he would have to expose
himself to his mother, but it wouldn't be as painful.

Henry took off his T-Shirt and dropped it to the floor. He was just about to pull
his pants down when his mother said

"Don't throw your things on the floor Henry. Put them nicely on the sofa."
ordered Henry's mother.

Henry picked up his shirt, folded it nicely and put it on the sofa. He went back
to the middle of the room and pulled down his pants. He folded them and put the
on the sofa.

Back in the middle of the room, facing his mother in just his shorts, Henry
became embarassed. He would soon be nude in front of his mother. She would be
able to see his penis. Thinking about that kept his penis flaccid while he slowly
started to pull down his shorts.

He bent over far and pull down his shorts to the ground. Then, covering his penis
with one hand, he put the shorts on the pile of clothing discarded a few moments
ago. He backed to the middle of the room and covered his penis with both hands.
There was some pubic hair visible on the sides where his hands didn't cover, but
that wasn't very embarassing.

Henry saw his mother eying him from the sofa, with the hairbrush in her hand.

"Henry, why are you covering your penis?" she asked.

"Because... Because it's... embarassing." replied Henry.

"Bend over that chair there." said Henry's mother.

Henry turned around and walked up to the chair. He bent over the back of the
chair. He heard his mother stand up and come to stand behind him.

"I suggest you steady yourself by holding on the arms of the chair."

Henry moved his hands to hold the arms of the chair, being careful to keep his
legs together. Henry braced himself for the spanking.

"You will get 50 with the hairbrush. Stand still!" ordered his mother.

She started beating the nude, bent over boy. She did not pause or wait between
smacks. She kept them raining down on his buttocks and thighs. The spanking did
not hurt, it just stung.

After the 50 smacks with the hairbrush, Henry's mother sat back down on the sofa
while Henry remained bent over the chair. After a few moments, Henry started to
calm down and then stood up. Covering his penis he turned around to face his
mother.

She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looking at Henry.

"How are you feeling?" asked Henry's mother.

"It stings a bit." replied Henry.

"Still embarassed about showing me your penis?"

"Y-Yes."

"I don't think that's very good... not being able to show your mother your penis.
In fact, put your hands on your head!"

"But Mom..."

"No buts" said his mother, "Do as I say! You're not supposed to be embarassed
about this!"

Henry slowly moved his hand to his head, painfully aware that his circumcized
penis was visible to his mother, sitting there on the sofa, looking at it.

The thing about being circumcized, Henry thought, was that the most private part
of one's anatomy is visible to anyone who cares to look, this now including his
mother.

As he stood there thinking about the fact that his mother was looking very
carefully at his penis, testicles that hung low, pubic hair and the unprotected
head of his penis started to give Henry an erection.

Henry closed his eyes in utter embarassment. He was getting an erection in front
of his mother. Henry just stood there, his penis getting harder and harder. Soon
he had a full-blown erection. It pointed straight forward, towards his surprized
mother.

"Henry, why are you hard?" asked his mother.

"I'm embarassed mom."

"Embarassed because?" continued his mother.

"I'm naked in front of you mom!" said an exasperated Henry, eyes still closed.

"Henry, I want you to open your eyes." said Henry's mother calmly.

Henry did as told. He looked at her. She was looking at his erect penis.

"There is absolutely nothing to be embarassed about Henry. I've seen your penis
before. Sure, you didn't have any pubic hair when I last saw you naked, but your
genitals haven't changed much except for size." explained his mother.

Henry looked down at his erect penis. It was hard and pointed straight ahead.
Nobody had ever seen his penis erect and now the first person to see his erection
was his mother.

"Henry, put your hands down...." Henry covered his penis again.

"And don't cover your erection" continued his mother. Henry reluctantly moved his
hands to his sides, once again exposing his erect, circumcized penis to his
mother's gaze.

He looked at his mother. She looked up into his eyes for a moment, and then
lowered her gaze to his erection again.

"Henry, are you still embarassed from showing your penis to your mother?" asked
Henry's mother.

"Y-Yes." mumbled Henry.

Henry's mother hummed, thinking. After a while she stated:

"What would you say if I asked you to not wear clothes in the house?"

"W-What?" Henry didn't hear right did he?

"Go around the house naked." repeated his mother.

"M-Mom... I can't do that."

"I think it would be good for your ... pride? Perhaps... self-concious- ness?
Anyway... from now on you are not to wear anything in the house unless we have
visitors." said his mother.

Henry was shocked. Be naked around the house? All the time? In front of his
mother? He would have to expose himself to his mother ...

"Father! What about dad?" asked Henry, still shocked.

"He's away most of the time. But put clothing on when he's here. Nobody is supposed
to know about this problem of yours. Ok?" asked his mom.

"P-Problem?" stuttered Henry.

"Yes. Your being embarassed all the time. With time it'll go away. Talking about
going away..." She motioned down to his penis.

It was flaccid now. hanging low.

"You're not hard anymore. Good. Now go upstairs and clean your room."

Henry walked forward to the sofa to retrieve his clothing.

"And don't wear anything." said his mother as he left the room.


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