Moms Who Spank Their Boys Ch 01

"Please Mommy! Not the belt!"

It is always amusing for me to hear how quickly I go from being Jeremy's "Mom" to "Mommy" when my belt is in play. It's as if he regresses into that toddler stage in an instant.

Sadly I don't have any insights on how my Remy's toddler stage was as I'd have been in his current position at the time, getting my ass blistered by my Daddy - erm Dad...Guess even I'm not immune from baby girl syndrome when faced with a parental belt or cane! And I'm a grown woman raising a teenager as a single mom right now!

My name is Sabrina and I'm currently at least over thirty eight- though no one would think that as my ageing stopped when I reached around Jeremy's age. Everyone outside the community who knows me thinks I'm nineteen, many mistaking Remy for my little brother and not son.

He's not my biological boy of course. Jeremy and the three other boys were adopted by me and my three besties just about six months ago. It was our way of giving back to the community- the four of us girls were literal child soldiers, terrorists from our old home nation. Lab experiments given treatments to slow ageing so we could infiltrate the country and figure out its secrets. At the end of the war, we were captured by the army in isolation wards before being taken in by three kind folk at Robert's Bay. .

It required many years of patience, love and regular punitive trips across our Daddy's and Mommy's laps that we managed to assimilate into this intense but loving community. So when another batch of boys raised under our old command got captured, the four of us volunteered to raise them in the same way we were, to give them all the love and discipline they need.

I'd imagine Remy would've been very cute back when he was little. He's still extremely cute, the cutest of his merry band of mischief makers as far as I'm concerned though I'm sure their moms would consider their boy as the cutest. It's tough to gauge objectively, all four of them are utterly adorable little hellions who keep our arms worn out. They have thankfully assimilated much faster than us, their lack of a childhood getting them to behave a few years younger than regular eighteen year old boys.

Like, for instance, being utterly petrified of their Mommy's belt.

"And why not, hmm? Why shouldn't I give you the belt?" I stand my ground. His offense wasn't a major one- he just talked back to his teacher but Remy has been getting very lippy as of late. Remy dislikes the belt the most because it's what I use the most to spank him. It leaves nice welts for the whole day and the boys aren't allowed to wear clothes after their spankings as a general rule throughout Robert's Bay.

It wasn't uncommon to see other boys and girls their age naked, sporting red striped butts but Jeremy and the other trio are famous throughout the town just like we used to be, so there would be a lot more finger pointing and teasing.

"Because I was planning to go over to Jimmy's place later. I'm not going over there if I have to be naked! Aunty Emy would be wearing something skimpy and she's just like you but way way worse. She's gonna start making fun of me if I get..like stiff." He gave the most adorable pout, the one which I still have yet to master not kissing him for.

Emily, Serena and Amanda aren't my real sisters just as Jeremy, James, Peter and Rory aren't real brothers or cousins. But the boys call the other moms as aunts anyway as we are all best friends and we treat all the boys like family.

"Would you prefer I deal with this at bedtime?" I offered with a smile.

"Yes please!" He nodded. "That'd be helpful."

"Fine. But I will use the belt. There won't be any sweet talking your way out of it then." I put my belt back on. There was a meeting at the town centre so I was dressed more formally than normal with a blue shirt and pants. Remy in contrast had his red superhero Tees and yellow shorts on.

"Then? So may I try sweet talking my way out of it now?" He asked cheekily.

"You can try," I reply, walking over to the couch and plopping down as I extended my arms if he wanted to cuddle. And Remy walked, practically jumped into my arms as I peppered his face with wet little kisses.

"Eeww! Mom! You got lipstick on!" He complained.

"How else is Aunty Emi gonna know you are mine and she can't keep you?" I playfully tickle his sides. "Mommy's marking my territory like tigers do, you are my property so she can't keep you there."

Remy just ducked his head and buried his face into my cleavage, playfully tickling my exposed skin with his nose. "As long as you're not marking my butt," he replied finally, leaning up to peck me on my lower lip. The boy was being so cute and utterly adorable I could just gobble him up!

"Fine... I'll just my hand at bedtime if I get to snuggle and kiss you for two hours." I pressed him tighter against me. "As long as you behave over at Emy's. If I have to come over like last week then both of your butts will need doctors to heal up."

"Hey! I don't get in trouble with Jimmy. We're the good kids, Rory and Pete are the crazy ones. Jimmy's completely whipped by Aunt Emy, he's just a big nerd. We just play video games," Remy pointed out. "And i only got in trouble when you send me over naked last time and me and Rory picked a fight." He looked like a wounded puppy, we were about to have this argument again.

"It's the tradition in town to be naked if you have been spanked during the day. At your age, your aunts and I had to practically go around the whole town naked most days because we got spanked for something...Half your classmates are naked in school." I could see the words go the other ear so I cupped it to see if it would stay inside his brain.

"You were girls, you don't have..cocks that go up the moment you see..." He didn't want to say it but Emilia was a very attractive woman with a killer body which she loved to flaunt. All four of us did, in fairness...so did the whole town. Everyone worked out and really looked after themselves and it was a beach town so there was a lot of bikinis and swimming trunks around.

"Women have breasts and butts all boys olged at, Mister. So don't go making it all about your willy," I retorted. "Besides, you're not the only one of you four who gets stiff. Jimmy gets stiff every time he comes over after Emy is done working him over." I pointed out.

"Jimmy gets stiff around you coz you are always lewdly dressed around him!" Remy snapped back out of instinct.

Big mistake.

"What was that?" I asked him coldly, squeezing his butt.

"Oh! Ummm..." He realised he had fucked up. Raised in the cold facilities without human contact, Robert's Bay was a big adjustment for the boys. They were raised by a Puritanical government which wanted women to be all covered up as per the old ways whereas clothing was optional in Robert Bay with many not even picking the option.

"Jeremy. I asked you to repeat what you said." He knows he isn't allowed to complain about my choice of clothes. All four of us moms were very clear on the subject. Women were expected to be treated with respect, they don't get to tell us to cover up. Peter had the biggest fuck up when he called Serena's bathing suit as "whorish". Serena had spanked him every day for two weeks in various revealing outfits.

Which is exactly what should be done now, I realised.

"I didn't mean it like thaatt..." He whined like a typical sullen teen. "But you do on occasion...like you don't have to show that much of your body to them, do you?"

I just glared at him for a good while. "Go upstairs to my room then."

"What? No! Mommy!" And I was back to being Mommy again. Remy always hated being sent to my room. The cane and strap was kept there along with my heavy spanking hairbrush in addition to all my belts.

"You wanted to decide what you want Mommy to wear so I'll let you pick what you want me to wear," I said firmly. "Go ahead. Mommy doesn't know what's lewd, you're the expert." We usually refer to myself as Mommy when scolding the boys to make them feel even more infantile.

He blushed at the words. "I'm sorry," he tried to use his puppy eyes.

"Upstairs, my room. Now!" I gave him a good hard smack across his butt to send him up, not falling for his tricks. It was going so well! He's like a cute and brat Jekyll and Hyde, the absolute angel one moment and a snappy, snarky brat the next...

I had to go calm myself, so I went to the back for a smoke. One of the advantages of a body potentially lasting many decades was not having to worry about Lung cancer. We healed quickly, especially the boys who usually could go to bed with a butt that resembled a warzone and woke up the next day with the palest, cutest round bum!

As I smoked, I looked out over the garden to Emily's place. The four of us lived in a cul de sac, four nice spacious houses with a huge shared backyard. The treatments we endured meant our blood was literally worth its weight in gold... actually it was worth about twenty eight times that. It could cure a lot of illnesses so we all made a ton of money by just donating our blood and plasma. So much so we didn't really work much except for occasionally participating in the town council and sponsoring events.

Emily was, much like my boy said, in the back garden sunbathing. And..like, he did have a point. She looked stunning laying there, her body bronzed and muscled and fit...no wonder my brat couldn't control his urges! I had to stop smiling at the thought, finishing up my cigarette.

I walked back into the house, making my way up the stairs to our two bedrooms. My door was open so I walked in to see Remy on my bed.

"Look, I misspoke, okay Mom? I'm really really sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean it to come out like Petey would say, that was extremely rude." He tried to explain away but what he said, it was out of instinct. His programming was still buried deep, he still saw all of this as wicked and he was trained as a sleeper agent. He wasn't like the other silly incels. Remy had the potential to be a walking weapon, he couldn't be allowed to just talk his way out.

The other women were especially strict with them because of it. We couldn't show weakness because their base instinct would be to attack. We were only allowed to give affection once complete obedience was ensured.

"I ordered you to pick out the clothes you wanted me to wear," I told him firmly as I unbuckled my belt. "And seeing as you don't have anything, that means you don't want me wearing anything right?"

He looked up in shock. I just began to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders to the floor. My pants were next leaving me in my bra and panties. Next my bra came off and Remy just looked down at my feet, unable to process what was happening. He'd have seen my panties drop and I stepped out of them, picking them up to deposit them in the used hamper.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked him. He shook his head. Remy has seen me nude before, indeed it's a semi regular occurrence so it isn't fully new. I'm sunbathing often with the girls or skinny dipping or in the girl's jacuzzi in the back of Serena's house. But there's something extra embarrassing when instead of seeing a fully naked woman and enjoy it, you know she's about to spank you raw.

I leaned down to pull his shorts and underwear down. Remy was predictably hard as he usually is, the fear of the impending spanking gets to him.

"Mommy's very disappointed in you, Remy. I expected you to be a respectful boy, not an old timey fossil of our old country!" I took my seat on the bed, guiding him across my knee with his torso resting on the flat bed. "Telling women off for their choice of clothes is a spankable offense. Do you want mommy to punish you like this for a full two weeks like aunty Serena did with Petey?"

"No ma'am, I was not thinking. I'm sorry. I deserve to be spanked," he knew better than to argue. I started with my hand, peppering his butt with hard swats. Being naked got me to have his bare thighs and cock squirm across my legs which was an especially fun feeling. Emilia often liked to strip nude to spank Jimmy as a humiliation tactic once she heard after hearing how effective Serena's sessions with Peter. It is something I haven't done actively.

Remy started sobbing softly after I started working his thighs before I stood him up and bent him over for the belt. Remy usually gets between thirty to sixty lashes of the belt and I decided around fifty. I took my time with it too. I would give him a couple of dozen licks, go smoke and come back to belt him again. I made sure the sting lingered for a while so he felt each lash. sone of the other women just overwhelm the boys to the point they are just wasting their energy!

Remy hugged a nearby pillow tightly as I worked my way from the top to his thighs and sitspots, scolding him throughout. About a tenth of the way through it was pointless, his crying and sobbing were drowning out any of my words so I just finished up with a dozen cracks on his thighs before I pulled him onto my lap for a long hug and cuddle.

And he felt like the perfect boy. Cuddling me for dear life, his bare skin pressed against mine...I understood why Emilia likes this. "I think you should stay home for the rest of the day," I whispered into his ear. He nodded crying into my breasts. I allowed him to suckle on them for a little bit. Breastfeeding is something the other moms all tried recently to good effect but something I hadn't attempted with Remy till now. It was so calming in a way as he just looked up at me with those big wet eyes.

"Sleep well, my sweet prince," I kissed him, laying next to him as I rubbed his ass.

"I love you mommy," he whispered, his hand playing with my breasts.