Stubby went upstairs, two steps at a time. Oh, the girls laughter was almost worse than the pain in his butt and thighs.
Stubby's pants were bunched just under his butt where he'd pulled them up after Mother's spanking. He glanced down at them, ugly plaid pants, but Mother had insisted, as there'd been a sale.
When Stubby got inside his bedroom, he shut the door. He would've locked it, but Mother didn't allow him to have a lock, even though he was a thirty-three year old, rent paying adult.
Stubby bounced his butt on the doorjamb and began crying, sobbing hard. His rear was tremendously sore.
Oh, it hurt so much. Even worse than when Mother had made him mow the lawn in the nude and chased him with the cut thorn bush. Anise and Venetia had greatly enjoyed that hideous spectacle.
Stubby lay down gingerly on his bed, his pants still around his knees. Stubby willed himself not to touch his dick.
This shouldn't be a turn on. Think of fucking pretty girls or something.
Think of the dirty magazine you got on the sly, or when you surf porn at work. But even then, Stubby went to weird sites like "Radiant Jade: The Flogging She-Bitch."
You're a grown man, Stubby told himself. Things were supposed to change when you came back from the Navy.
You shouldn't have moved back in with Mom. You shouldn't have returned to Buttermilk Falls at all.
Stubby thought of Momma forcing his arm behind his back as she'd held him on her lap, landing the wooden spoon again and again.
"You'll (WHACK) learn to (WHACK) follow instructions!"
He'd tried gritting his teeth against the pain, but that had done no good.
Yes, his dick was getting stiff. He tried to argue with her tonight.
But Momma had shook him and ordered him to undo his hideous plaid pants.
Stubby's sisters had never had to wear crap like this. But then again, Momma had always said, "It's easy for boys. My girls must look stylish. And what's wrong with your bow tie?"
Stubby had argued then, and Mother had pulled Stubby over her knee in the dressing room at Bloomingdales, and used her wooden hairbrush, and he'd finally acceded to her purchases.
But tonight-they had company over. And he'd gotten a whipping, and he'd tried to do everything right. He'd gotten home from work on time, he'd been weighing in and not gained anything, which of course was a punishable offense.
And yet, Mother had yanked his pants and undies to his knees and went at his bare butt with the wooden spoon.
Again and again the spoon had landed in the middle of his buttocks. "Mama stop"
But the begging had done no good. The tears were running down his cheeks, and so humiliating.
Stubby's younger sisters, chain-smoking skanks in their twenties, playing Spades in the kitchen with their beautiful friend Haylen, and laughing at him.
Mother knew that humiliation was useful. Some years back, she'd not been well, had a heart murmur, and while Mother was bedridden...
Stubby had begun going out and dating , and had met a nice girl, Britley.
Stubby and Britley were on the verge of getting married, and getting their own place, and Mother had gotten in an argument with Stubby one night...
Right in front of his fiancée, it was over his using too much sugar in his coffee.
She'd stripped him naked and thrashed his behind with a kitchen spatula and made him stand in the corner right in front of the girl he was about to marry.
And Britley had thrown her ring at Stubby and left in horror.
And tonight, Stubby had known it was a big deal that his paycheck was in the sealed envelope.
He'd begged the Accounting department to remember to seal it, but they didn't care about a pathetic computer programmer.
He knew the rule. He thought of gumming the envelope shut for Mother, but that would have been deceitful.
"The rule is, you show disrespect when you give Momma your check in an unsealed envelope. You shouldn't even know how much you make. You get the same allowance you got in high school, and the rest is none of your business.
And then he'd begged her.
"Momma, please. I told them, but when Gertrude the bookkeeper isn't there, the other accounting clerk forgets to seal it."
Haylen had grinned from where she was playing cards. "It's not a big deal, Mrs. Nillson."
"Don't worry about it, Haylen." Momma had said sweetly. "This is between Stubby and I"
She'd smiled and Stubby had noticed the glitter in Momma's eyes.
"I told you what happens when you bring your paycheck home in an unsealed envelope, Stubby."
"Y-yes ma'am. But we have company over, and I'm real sorry. I'll stay home from my Saturday basketball game at church and clean the yard."
"And I'll hold you to that, dear. But we still have to deal with this. Venetia, go get me the wooden spoon."
Venetia had gotten up, giggling and twitched her cute little denim behind into the kitchen, and brought back the fearsome wooden spoon.
Mother had hit Stubby so hard with the last spoon that she'd broken it-when he'd been caught watching HBO, which was a no-no in Mother's house--for Stubby.
Now Mother took the spoon from Venetia, giving her youngest a kiss on the cheek.
"Now take down your britches, dear..."
Stubby had watched Haylen's eyes get big over her cards.
And yes, Mother had again hit Stubby so hard that the spoon had broken, and she'd gritted her teeth.
"That's the second one. It's coming out of your allowance this time. Anise, get me the razor strop."
"Sure, Momma!" Anise had brought Mother the strop, laughing and then Stubby had been shoved off Mother's lap.
Mother had taken Stubby by the ear and turned him over the tall, metal kitchen stool, they'd been standing right in front of Haylen...
Beautiful Haylen. And did Mother put her beef into the next twenty minutes, the strop landing all over his buttocks and thighs.
Then Momma had jacked her thumb at the corner of the dining room, and Stubby had shuffled off to stand for half an hour. He knew better than to pull his pants up.
And then after his time was done, he'd jogged up the stairs with his pants still down...
The silvery peal of giggles just ripping his heart out!
