Mommy Doe Part 1

He was late. He didn't know it but he had just given me the perfect reason to take control. My nerves were through the roof. I wasn’t sure if I could flip the tables. He walked in and I chickened out. We had normal conversation until he had to go grab food quickly. While he was out I gave myself a quick pep talk to get myself in a headspace. When he returned I simply watched him eat while having an inner battle with myself on how to begin. Finally he was finished I found my courage.

“What time were you supposed to get here?”

“We just said the morning, it was pretty vague”

“Do you think I meant 11:30 almost noon or do you think I meant earlier?”

He immediately melted into a little subby boy, making excuses and getting flustered. It was cute to see his demeanor change so drastically.

“Do you think my time is important? Do you think I enjoyed waiting around for you to show up when it was most convenient for you?”

He stumbled through more half hearted responses. They were barely audible he was mumbling so much. He buried his face in my arm to hide his shame. Real remorse was taking over.

“I wanted to have a nice time with you today, but instead we have to punish you. I don’t want to have to give you a spanking but you need to learn to behave in a more respectful manner.”

I had him stand up and verbally agree with me that he should be punished. That it was what he needed. 

I bent him over my lap and began spanking him over his clothes, lecturing as I went along. I eventually had him stand back up and instructed him to lower his pants. More whining ensued. I gave him the option of doing it himself or I would do it for him. Of course the latter happened. There he stood with his pants and underwear around his knees looking ridiculous. 

Once again I put him over my knee and continued my lecture on the importance of valuing other people’s time. I got his butt nice and red and made sure to pay attention to the sit spots and thighs as well. What he didn’t know was that he had a long day ahead of him. I even taunted him about how my neighbors could hear what was happening. That they would hear the unmistakable sound of a naughty little boy getting a spanking.

When all was said and done I had him go stand in the corner with his pants still around his knees.I instructed him to stand there with his hands on his head and to work on an apology for me. I told him it had better be sincere because if not he would go right back over my knee. 

I left him there for about five minutes. I was sure to snap a few pictures of my somber little boy in such a vulnerable position.

I finally returned to him and told him he could come out. He embraced me so tightly with tears rolling down his cheeks. We stood there for a moment in silence. I began to rub his back and remind him that he was a good boy. That little boys make mistakes sometimes and they need to be punished to remind them to be on their best behavior. I told him I was so proud of him for how he handled his punishment and reminded him that I wasn’t mad at him. 

He deliver his apology and it met my standards. What I said next threw him off. I instructed him to ask me for the rest of his punishment. I’m sure his heart fell to his stomach to hear that he wasn’t finished with his punishment. With a quick threat about making it worse if he didn’t comply he soon, very quietly, and looking at the ground, asked for the rest of his punishment. 

Part 2 coming soon :)