#56 Boy caught Masturbating by Mom

POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!

I was twelve or thirteen years old, and had just discovered the joys of masturbation.
I had no idea how my parents felt about it, nor was I going to talk to them about, as I felt a little ashamed of it, but I certainly enjoyed the feeling ... so I kept it to myself, sneaking it in, whenever I thought I wouldn't be discovered.
So, this time, I went in the bathroom, and closed the door, but neglected to lock it, and dropped my pants, and sat on the toilet seat, and began stroking my winkie...
And Mom walked in.
Her face turned RED, her mouth fell open, then closed, and she finally screeched, "JIM MEEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
That seemed, well, obvious, so I didn't answer, but I did move my right hand away from my crotch, and I stood up.
She grabbed my right wrist and yanked on me to follow her, which I managed to do by holding my pants, still at my knees, with my left hand.
She stopped at the couch, and sat down, and pulled me up and over her lap, and picked up her ever-ready hairbrush, the one which I've felt being applied to my bare bottom so many times, and she went to it:

Long and hard, she spanked my bottom as I moaned and yelped and sobbed.
Some fifteen minutes later, she stopped, and left me to sob for a minute, then said, "Now get up and STRIP OFF your clothes and go stand in the corner."
Soon 

"You can stay there until your father gets home.  You think my hairbrush hurt? Well, remember his belt?"
I moaned, and sobbed a little more, and waited.

I was still standing there when Dad came home.
Mom met him at the door and took him into the kitchen to talk to him.
He came storming out of the kitchen, came up to me, grabbed me, pulled me to the middle of the floor, and said, "Down on your hands and knees!" and 

blistered my bottom with his strap as I shrieked and sobbed.
When he finally mercifully finished, he said, "Get up and GET BACK in the CORNER!"
I went 

and he said, "You will stay there while your mother and I discuss what is to be done with you."

I moaned, and closed my eyes

Poof!
I was home again.