I'd been there before. Yes, a bit of trepidation. But just the fact I had my pants around my ankles and my underwear around my knees made it feel different. Her hand was firm as usual, but it always started a bit slower. Most tried this frenzy, but it seemed like she was warming her hand up and just liked to hear the smacks and see her palm prints appear. 'my boy has a chubby little ass that is soon going to be red hot"; she said as the pace and force picked up. She normally went hard and firm to the sweet spot. Today was no different. Then, I usually felt her leg lock as she picked up the tempo. To a degree, the leg lock was a blessing in disguise as it reinforced me to be still. There was usually a ramping up of her activity if I bounded around too much.
But no leg lock today. Instead, she wrapped her arm firmly around my waist, and I felt her body weight pushing down on me as she started spanking harder.
Mistress Please. Mistress, my ass is burning. Her hand now went a bit lower, to the back of my thighs. You have a problem forgetting how you're supposed to address me. I was now bucking and kicking as her hand went firm and hard on the back of my thighs. I felt her leg grab one of mine. It wasn't a leg lock. She was pulling my legs apart. Her hand hit my inner thigh. Mistress, Arggh. Mama, please, Mama, please, that is too much.
Oh, it looks like I found the place that finally has you listening to me. Yes, mama please that is too much, my ass is burning. Crack; Ass is a big boy word; it appears we need to deal with your language. Stand up, hands behind your head, no rubbing your bottom.
She walked back in. She unwrapped a new bar of soap. Open your mouth. She pushed it in. Drop it, and you will regret it. Let's see if this helps with your language. She used the palm of her hand to push it into my mouth even deeper. I suggest you dig your teeth in.
Next, she turned and waved a rectal thermometer in my face. You said your ass was burning. I'll measure it, and if you're lying to me, you are going to get that paddle. Yes, the heavy one with the holes in it; we will see if you're a big boy.
Again, I went over her knee. I was bent over far enough that my feet didn't hit the floor. I felt one hand spread my ass cheeks. Then, she inserted the thermometer. She twirled in, worked it in and out. She worked it in and out. The more she did, the more my mouth watered, and suds began to drip out the sides of my mouth. "Oh, this better be above normal, or you're going to get that paddle".
Oh dear, I'm sorry, honey. It's normal, and now I'm going to burn your bottom. Now you're going to take your spanking, and then I'll dress you, and we are going to lunch. She grabbed the paddle, and there was no slow introduction. Her arm was firmly around my waist as she leaned forward and had her upper body on mine. Her hand grabbed my free arm. It wasn't long before I was twisting and turning. That soap was lathering in my mouth. She held me firmly, and I'm sure she heard my whimpers. I frantically bucked, and the spanking continued, my eyes watered; was I crying?
She laid there consoling me as her hand ran over my burning bottom.
Ok she said, get up. No rubbing. Go to the bathroom, and take that bar of soap out of your mouth. Wipe the suds off your face. Then get back here.
When I did, she held a pair of plain white briefs. She had me step into them, and it was a struggle for her to pull them up. They were many sizes too small. Done, she reached behind me and pulled them up into what we call a wedgie. The elastic on the lower edge of the underwear made me realize how sore I was as it gripped my thighs right at the sit spot. She had a big pink t-shirt, with something like I love my mommy. Though I couldn't see it on my back. She had me tuck it in. She took a comb and ran it over my hair. Its not the way I do it, but I dared not to say anything.
She looked me over, making an effort to tuck my shirt in, but then grabbing the back of my underwear yet again, pulling it up. I could see that part of it was above my belt. She picked up her paddle. She put her foot on the stool and raised her skirt again. A cooked finger motioned me over her knee. Let's talk about your behavior at the restaurant, she said. I want to hear yes mama or no mama. I want you to ask me if it is ok, mama, if you want anything. Understood. Expect us to review you behavior, right here, when we get back.
She stood. She grabbed a vibrator out of a side draw. Turned ii on high...bbbbzzzzzzz...one arm around my neck, as her hand with the vibrator was on my crotch. Mama please, I'm close. She hit the switch one more time. BBBBZZZZZZZ....
Arggh, as I had an eruption in my tight underwear. She stopped and said; That should help you behave while we are out. I'll give you a good scrubbing to clean you when we get back.
I was walking gingerly as we entered the restaurant. The hostess asked me, Is this table ok?"; I turned and said Mama, is this table ok. Yes, honey she said. I looked at the menu, it was a foodie place. When the waitress came over and asked what we wanted. I asked how the salmon was. Mama asked the waitress if I could order from the children's menu. The waitress looked at me and said Sure. My face turned red. Mama said there is a corn dog and fries on the menu. Would you like that? I dared not argue. Yes mama.
After our meal, the waitress asked if we wanted dessert. Mama said she would take the pie. She looked at the waitress and said he was a bad boy earlier. Got a good spanking, and I think he should skip dessert. The waitress looked at me and said Well, I hope you're a good boy next time, and you can have desert. Yes Ma'am.
The waitress said he was so well behaved. Mama said, you know, Spare the Rod, and Spoil the Child. I left the restaurant with a red face.
Back home, I was let to the bathroom. Mama opened my pants and let them drop to the floor. She lowered my underwear. You had an unexcused release before lunch. She grabbed some soap and turned on the water. she suds up the wash cloth. She washed me off rather roughly. Be still, or I'll use a scrub brush. She dried me off roughly as well.
Back in the living room, she had me sit on the small stool again. She said, Sit still, I got a text from Daddy, and he will be home soon.
