Over and over the brush fell without pause, and no matter how he kicked or cried or wiggled he was trapped between her soft thighs, helpless to avoid the punishing swats.
By the time she finished, he was sobbing harder than he’d ever cried from a spanking before and it felt like every inch of his bottom was on fire.
“My good boy,” Mommy crooned, running her hand over his scorched skin. “Are you ever going to lie to me or Kylie again?”
“N-No, Mommy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll n-never do it again!”
“I believe you, baby. Come here, let Mommy snuggle you.”
Mommy released her hold on him and they stretched out on her bed together, his face buried in her soft breasts while he sobbed out all the fear and guilt he’d been carrying with him all morning. And the whole time he cried, she held him close, running her fingers through his hair and whispering words of praise. Until at last he’d cried himself out, and he snuggled into her softness with a quiet sigh.
“I really am sorry,” he mumbled, letting his eyes close as he pressed himself against her.
“I know, baby. And Mommy is so proud of how well you took your spanking.”
Pride welled in his chest. “Really?”
“Yes. But we do still need to talk about some things.”
Pulling away, he blinked up at her through tearful eyes. “What kind of things?”
“We’re adding a new rule to your list, for you and your sister. No missing classes without Mommy’s permission. You can tell me if you’re not feeling well or if you just need a day off, but you will call me and get my permission first.”
“But nobody else has to ask permission to miss class.”
Fire burned in her emerald gaze. “Nobody else ismyLittle boy. AndmyLittle boy follows the rules his Mommy has for him, regardless of what everyone else is or isn’t doing. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good. The other thing we need to talk about is your language. Do we or do we not have a rule about using naughty words, Daniel James?”
“We do.”
“That rule applies even when Mommy isn’t around to hear you. And even when you are playing games.”
Despite the throbbing burn in his bottom, rebellion welled in his chest. “But that’s notfair.”
“Why do you think it’s unfair?”
“Because all the guys talk like that. They’ll make fun of me if I stop.”
The corners of her lips dipped down in a thoughtful frown. “Is this really important to you?”
He’d never really thought about it before. And now, faced with her earnest question, he wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. “I just… don’t want everyone to think I’m weird.”
“My sweet boy,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair again. “If it’s really that important, we can compromise.”
“What kind of compromise?”
“You promise me you’ll tone down the language as much as you can,andyou promise not to use those words around your sister. If you can do that for me, I won’t punish you forminimaluse of naughty words while you’re gaming. But if you break yourpromises, you’ll be restricted from your games for a week and you’ll get your mouth washed out with soap. Understood?”
It was a strict compromise, but it was a compromise, nonetheless. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good boy. We have a few more minutes to snuggle and then we need to get you dressed again so you can come to class with Mommy.”
“With you?”
“Yes. You’re going to sit at Mommy’s desk and work on the assignments you missed this morning.”
