“It wasn’t like that,” he said with a deep sigh. “I was just… embarrassed, I guess. Boys aren’t supposed to be scared of things.”
Cupping his face in her hands, she nudged his head up so he was forced to look at her. When she spoke, she put enough steel in her voice to have his eyes going round. “You listen to me, Daniel James. Boys can be whatever they need to be. Especiallymyboy. There is none of that ‘boys don’t cry’ bullshit in my home. Am I understood, little boy?”
Relief and uncertainty both flickered over his face. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good. I can’t be the Mommy you deserve if you don’t come to me and talk to me when you’re scared or worried or even just feeling uncertain about things.”
His bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. “But I’m supposed to be brave. For Kylie. That’s what big brothers do.”
God, he was so fucking sweet. “No, baby. You’re supposed to set a good example for her. And do you think lying to her and to your Mommy is setting a good example?”
Tears pooled on his lashes at that. “No, Mommy.”
“No, it is not. I’m very disappointed that you didn’t come to me with this, and even more disappointed that you lied to your sister about being sick. When we see her this afternoon, you owe her a very big apology.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“That’s my good boy. But before that happens, Mommy is going to make sure you’re never ever tempted to tell another lie. Come with me.”
Taking him by the hand, she led him into her bedroom, where she perched on the edge of the bed. “On the vanity in my bathroom is a wooden hairbrush. Bring it to me, please.”
Some of the color leached from his face, but he nodded and hurried off to the bathroom. He returned a few momentslater carrying the heavy brush she’d purchased for exactly this purpose years ago.
Taking the brush from his hand, she set it aside, where he would see it the entire time she was warming him up before she reached for his jeans.
“My good boy does not tell lies,” she scolded as she tugged his boxers and jeans to his knees. His cock sprang up between them, hard and thick, and she had to bite back a smile at the evidence of how her discipline was affecting him. “My good boy is honest and communicates with his family when something is upsetting him.”
Pulling him down over one knee, she used her other leg to lock him in place as she rubbed her hand across his bare bottom. “We will also be having a discussion about the language you use when you are playing your games. I understand there is a certain… culture involved in gaming, but I do not wantmyboy using such foul language.”
“Y-yes, Mommy. I’m really, really sorry.”
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are certainly going to be.”
Danny
The first crack of her hand against his bare skin was even harder than he remembered and he couldn’t help but jump a bit at the pain blossoming across his bottom. But no matter what his Mommy said, he wanted to be brave and prove he could take his punishment like a Big boy, so he pressed his lips together against the cry that wanted to burst out of him.
Unlike the first few times she’d spanked him, this one was not slow and measured, nor was it the least bit playful. This spanking was hard and fast, her palm snapping against his bareskin over and over at lightning speed, spreading the burn over every inch of his bottom.
“You are allowed to be scared,” she lectured as she spanked. “You are allowed to be worried and uncertain and you are even allowed to tell me you aren’t ready to try something. That’s what safe words are for. What you arenotallowed to do is tell lies and destroy the trust your sister and I have in you.”
Oh, man. An ache spread through his chest at the thought of Kylie not trusting him. Their Mommy, too, but Kylie was his best friend and she’d relied on him for so much even before Addison had come into the picture. She looked up to him, very much like a big brother, and the thought of destroying the faith she had in him had tears burning in his eyes.
He was right on the verge of breaking when the spanking stopped and her hand came to rest on his bottom. “Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, Daniel James. Especially one with the kind of dynamics we have, and even more so when there are three people involved. We cannot have a strong relationship if Kylie and I can’t trust you.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I won’t ever tell another lie, I swear.” And unlike most spankings, where he was just promising to be good in the desperate hope to end his punishment, he really, really meant what he said. He never wanted to feel this heavy weight in his chest at the thought of Kylie not trusting him ever again.
“I hope you mean that, baby, because next time we will be having this discussion while you are over my knee holding a bar of soap in your mouth. Am I making myself perfectly clear, little boy?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good. Hand me the hairbrush, please.”
It was possibly one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, including sitting through Professor Eaton’s math classes, to grabthe handle of that hairbrush and pass it to his Mommy to use on his already aching ass.
“Thank you, baby. I hope you remember this the next time you’re tempted to lie to me or your sister.”
The heavy wood cracked against his right cheek and every intention he’d had of proving how brave and Big he was flew out the window. “Ow, Mommy, I’m sorry!”
