I Spanked My Son's Bottom 1984

Note to the reader: This is part of a series of spanking stories I've wanted to write for years in reference to my favorite novel, 1984. I read 1984 in college and fell in love with the novel from the start. There is something wonderful and sick and twisted about the world George Orwell painted in this work. I admit you have to be pretty sick and twisted to fantasize about wanting to live in that Big Brother world of 1984 as I have. I felt a thrill when I stumbled upon the novel's scene describing the booklet Spanking Stories. It appears in part two chapter three and Julia tells Winston about her job in, "Pornosec, the sub-section of the Fiction Department which turned out cheap pornography for distribution among the proles...There she had remained for a year, helping to produce booklets in sealed packets with titles like Spanking Stories or One Night in a Girl's School, to be bought furtively by proletarian youths who were under the impression that they were buying something illegal."

Winston asked Julia what the booklets were like. Julia said, "'Oh, ghastly rubbish. They're boring, really. They only have six plots, but they swap them round a bit."

Julia and Winston have a love affair and things inevitably go to hell for them, but I still fantasized about being Julia (hence my favorite pen name Julie) in 1984. I fantasized that if I lived in the 1984 world I would dress and undress in front of the telescreen (where the Thought Police monitor your every action) and would seduce political party members. Like Julia I would also work for Pornosec. I fantasized in detail about the cheap dirty stories I would have written for Spanking Stories. Before I could never anonymously write these stories, but now with thanks to literotica.com, I can. These stories I write will be "ghastly rubbish" complete with bad spelling and typos as they should be for a cheap booklet of spanking stories. It won't be hard for me to write ghastly as I am a lousy writer, and while I feel lousy about how I write I feel good about writing this story. This is a story I want to write, and I've written stories (such as My Blonde Step Mom Spanked Me) in the past just to make other people happy, and some of the stories that I've vomited out onto the computer screen and that were published online disgust me but this new series of stories will be different.

These stories will be published separately with 1984 in the titles. You do not have to read the stories in any particular order and it will probably take me some time to write them all. The stories are all separate works in and of themselves...For those of you who haven't read 1984, don't worry it is not required reading for these stories but shame on you for not reading this book, and you should be spanked over your lover's knee for not reading 1984...

Spanking Stories

Joe lived in the Proletarian quarters and worked at a factory producing bomb fuses. He was a greasy faced youth of 19 who lived in his parents flat in a quarter six miles north of the Ministry of Truth. One Friday evening after work Joe felt restless and wandered into a newsstand next to the Lemon Tree Cafe. An old gentleman, with the name Charrington on his name tag, stood in the newsstand and smiled genially at Joe who fingered some of the magazine titles. They were mostly chess magazines such as Chess Theory in Relation to INGSOC Today, and Youth League Chess. There were a few party publications in relation to Big Brother and Newspeek magazines but Joe wasn't looking for anything like this. He wanted a "blue" booklet. A blue booklet was an illegal work called blue by the proles because of the blue plastic the booklets were wrapped in. Joe heard a rumor at work that being caught purchasing or possessing a blue booklet was punishable by 5 years in a forced labor camp. However, Joe was a desperate lonely youth who wanted to read something that would excite him after a week of drudgery in the factory.

The old man Charrington walked over next to Joe and coughed. Charrington smiled and asked, "Is there something I can help you find young man?" Last April Joe bought a blue booklet titled One Night in a Girl's School at this newsstand from a bumbling youth behind this newsstand's counter. Joe looked at the old man with his eyeglasses and gray hair and felt safe that the old man was not be a member of the Spies or The Thought Police. "Well," Joe stammered, "I was, ah, ah wondering if you may uh, have any, oh, blue booklets."

Charrington smiled and said, "I know how important it is to have the freedom to look at such periodicals without being embarrassed about purchasing them. Come with me." Charrington led Joe to the back of the newsstand next to the cash register and opened an old shabby black briefcase. "These were smuggled into London last night. Prime reading!" Charrington winked. Joe looked inside the briefcase and inside were two dozen copies of a blue booklet: Spanking Stories. Joe could only read the title as the rest of the magazine was covered in the plastic. "How much?" Joe asked.

Charrington whistled and said, "Two Ten Bob Notes."

Joe knew he was getting ripped off but he felt desperate. He paid Charrington and tucked the booklet into his jacket pocket. Joe strode down a sidewalk terrified of being stopped by a police patrol and being searched. As he hustled through he passed several posters of Big Brother, which were typically enlarged photos of a man's head who's eyes were large and round and seemed to be looking at you from whatever angle you looked at the poster. Fortunately, no patrols stopped him and he soon walked into his parent's house, which, by good fortune, was empty. Joe ran down the hallway, into his bedroom, and removed the booklet from his jacket. He locked his bedroom door, unbuttoned his pants and sat on his bed. He tore open the stubborn plastic wrapping and looked at the cover. Under the title Spanking Stories, was a cheap black and white photo cover of a large 30-year-old-blonde woman dressed in a house dress holding a wooden hairbrush handle in her right palm while glaring at a slim sexy 20-year-old-blonde woman in a short skirt who held the palms of her hands on the seat of her apple-shaped butt. Joe guessed that the picture implied that the 30 year old had just spanked the 20 year old and he felt aroused thinking of this scenario.

Joe opened the booklet and fanned through the stiff pages to see if there were any more photographs or drawings. There were none and he felt a tingle of disappointment by the booklet's cheap binding. Inside the front cover of the booklet was a brief enigmatic sentence: "Published by Emmanuel Goldstein Productions. Copyright 1983." Joe shut the booklet and reopened it to a page at random and chanced on a story entitled: I Spanked My Son's Bottom by Anonymous. Joe stroked his cock in his underwear while he read the story below:

I Spanked My Son's Bottom

I stood in the kitchen and smelled smoke from downstairs. I hustled down the stairs and traced the fumes to my son's bedroom and opened the door. He sat on his bed smoking a Victory cigarette.

"Young man, what are you doing?" I shouted.

Fred stammered, "Aw, Emma, I'm just smoking. I'm 18 now and I can do what I want."

I was furious. My late husband died young from lung cancer after smoking for 20 years. "It's dangerous to smoke, and don't call me Emma! I adopted you so call me Mom!"

Fred said, "Yes, Mom. But I've been 18 for a month. You can't make me stop. I'm old enough to smoke now."

"Not under my roof!" I said crossing my arms. "Put it out right this instant or I will spank you!"

Fred laughed and took the cigarette out of his mouth and waved it at me with ashes falling on the cement floor, "I'm too old to be spanked!"

I had enough of his insolence. "You can go out and live on the street if you are not going to live by my rules." At this his face fell. I continued, "I adopted you from the Proletarian Youth League two years ago because I wanted to take in a child in my empty house. But I'm not going to let you fall victim to cancer like my husband did." I'm a large hipped blonde with a narrow waist and shoulder length curly blonde hair. I am 35 and married my husband when I was 16. I'm an attractive woman with an average bust and an apple-shaped butt. I have an ample lap and would bend Fred over it if he did not put the cigarette out. Fred is a thin man with a pale complexion and blond hair. "Put that cigarette out right now or I will spank you, young man!"

Fred smiled and put the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply. I reached my right hand out and snatched the cigarette out of his fingers and dropped the cigarette on the floor. I took my right foot that was dressed in a black knee length leather boot and rubbed the heal of it on the cigarette. "Stand up and do as I say or I will call the police and have you removed from my house."

Fred's face turned white and he said, "Yes, Emma."

I frowned and said, "Call me Mom, no--make that Mommy or I will spank you with my hairbrush."

Fred gulped and said, "Yes Mommy. But do you really have to s-s-s-spank me?"

I said, "Yes. Mommy knows best" I sat down on his bed, and as I sat down my knee length baby blue cotton dress rode up my thighs and bared them. I reached over and grabbed his belt buckle. I stared into his eyes and unbuckled his belt. His jeans were too big for him and fell down to his knees. For the first time I saw him in his underwear, and I was amazed to see how large the outline of his penis was. You never know who is going to be blessed with an abnormally large cock. I said, "Lay across my lap, son."

"Yes, Mommy." Fred lowered himself across my lap, and I felt his warm body lay across my lap and bare thighs. I stared at his cute little cotton-covered butt. I put two fingers into the elastic of the waistband of his underwear and lowered them down over the curve of his butt and let them rest on the top of his thighs.

I said, "Mommy is ashamed to have to spank her grown son like this. You will get a hairbrush spanking if you ever smoke again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

I took my right palm and commenced slapping his butt. I gave him a rapid flurry of open-palmed smacks on his bare bottom. The fair skin of his bottom turned scarlet. He made some "oh!" and "ouch!" sounds while I slapped his bare butt as hard and fast as I could. I noticed that he acted more agitated when I slapped the lower half of his butt and the tops of his thighs so I concentrated on that area. I lectured, "Mommy is very disappointed in you! Shame on you! You are very naughty, naughty boy! Will I have to spank you over my lap again?"

Fred cried out, "No, Mommy! No!"

I continued to slap away and felt something large poking into my right bare thigh. It felt like the top of a pop bottle was poking me, and then I realized it was Fred's penis. I stopped the spanking and said, "Stand up, son."

Fred stood up and his penis was erect and throbbing. It had to have been ten inches long. I pointed at his penis and asked, "Have you ever touched that before, son?"

Fred stammered, "No, Mommy. The leaders at Youth Camp told us we would go blind if we touched ourselves, and if we went blind we would be sent to a labor camp for 30 years."

I gazed at Fred's enormous penis and said, "They were right to tell you this, and you should never touch your penis. Only your Mommy or the woman you will someday marry should touch it. I am going to help you take care of your penis so it will go back to it's normal state. Does that sound good to you son?"

Fred looked relieved and said, "Oh, yes Mommy. It strains something terrible and keeps me up at night."

I cooed, "Mommy knows." I kept looking at his huge throbbing cock. I laid on his bed face down and tugged up my dress over my butt and tugged down my panties to my knees. I turned my head over my shoulder and said, "Take off your underwear all the way and lay on top of Mommy, son." Fred dropped his shorts and practically leaped on me. He poked his penis around my butt and almost put it in my anus. I reached between my thighs and took hold of his purple member and guided the tip inside of my pussy. I moaned and shuddered as I hadn't felt a cock since my husband died and the lonely walls of my pussy gladly welcomed this huge visitor. I felt drool from Fred dripping onto my neck, and I asked, "How does Mommy's pussy feel to you son?"

Fred moaned and said, "Like velvet."

Since it was Fred's first time I knew he wouldn't last long so I frantically rubbed my clit while I instructed him to go in and out with only half of his cock as slow as he could. He made a lot of moaning sounds but he followed orders. Soon my head was spinning and I yelled, "give me all of your cock, son!"

Fred groaned, "Yes Mommy."

I jerked my hips and felt a orgasm as he thrust away and he screeched, "Oh, thank you Mommy!" He shot a large load into my pussy and I felt it oozing inside. He lay on my back panting and to my joy I realized he was still hard. We soon laid on our sides with his cock to my butt, and I wiggled back and forth loving the feeling of his hardness.

The End.

Joe finished the story and felt aroused. While he was not attracted to his own Mom he found the fantasy degrading and wonderful at the same time. He pictured Emma the Mommy as the girl on the booklet's cover. Joe took down his pants and underwear and lay across his pillow. He stroked his cock in and out of a fold in the pillow case and thrust his hips until he had a satisfying orgasm.