I stood naked in my living room, my hands rubbing my throbbing, fiery red bottom, and with fresh tears streaming down my face from a "goodbye paddling" over Helen's knee before she had left. I would be feeling today's spankings for a few days. I was glad I didn't have to go to a job. It would have been humiliating to yelp every time I had to sit down.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, I saw it was almost time for Mary to get home. Slipping through the kitchen door into the garage, I pushed the dryer aside and crouched down to retrieve my wireless external drive that had recorded everything today. As I crouched down, my very sore and throbbing naked bottom touched the cold, hard cement floor of the garage. The shock caused me to push my hips forward and I lost my balance, falling backwards onto the cement. The pain of the initial shock was then multiplied tenfold and I rolled onto my side, crying out as the throbbing pain sharpened.
I'm not sure how long I lay there, whimpering and crying, remembering Helen's paddle but eventually I managed to pick up the external drive and take it inside. I was so tempted to see what was on it, but then I remembered Mary wanted to see it first. I had cracked the video monitoring program code so that the automatic editing program would scan for the clearest views of faces. I hoped it worked.
The sound of Mary's automatic garage door opener told me she was finally home. Picking up the external drive, I slipped through the back door to my garage and into the backyard. I walked past the hot tub that had started all of this and just shook my head at the way things turned out when she caught me naked in it. After a minute or so, Mary appeared in the bright yellow sweater and black skirt she'd worn to work. Her red hair was tied up in tight bun, making her look like an austere mature librarian. She smiled and it made me weak in the knees. She was so beautiful. She opened her sliding glass door and waved me inside.
She greeted me the way she always did with a big, wonderful embrace and a deep kiss that always sent sparks through my body. As always, she towered over me even after kicking off her heels and her arms just wrapped me up and pulled me in - it felt so safe being held by her. Taking my hand she led me to her kitchen table. Sitting herself down, she turned me around and bent me over, saying, "Alright, let's get a look at your little bottom."
Mary's fingers caressed the welts and bruises for a moment. "My goodness! She did a number on you, didn't she? Looks like you'll be sore for the next three or four days."
"She used a paddle," I told her, "twice."
Using her hands, she spread my cheeks wide and looked at my reddened anus. "She put something inside your bottom, too, didn't she? Oh I can't wait to see what happened."
I turned around and handed her the hard drive. Taking her laptop out of her purse, she told me to plug in the drive. As it was supposed to do, the drive synced with her laptop and started downloading the captured video. After a few minutes, it was complete.
Mary led me into her bedroom and we climbed onto the bed. Putting a couple of big, fluffy pillows behind her, she sat up against the headboard. She sat her laptop on the bed next to her and then pulled me up next to her on the opposite side. My head rested against the side of her soft breast.
"Now let mommy see what the mean lady did to her little boy," Mary said, her fingers running through my hair. "Maybe mommy will get a few ideas!"
Mary started the video. She fast forwarded through images of me in a towel waiting for Helen to show up. When I answered the door, she played it at normal speed. Mary laughed when she saw Helen take my towel. As Helen pulled me over her lap for a hand spanking, Mary was starting to breathe heavy. I could tell she was getting aroused.
I was feeling quite the opposite. While being spanked is humiliating, I learned its far worse to watch myself getting spanked on a video. I seemed so weak and childish, crying and begging for Helen to stop. I reached up under Mary's sweater and slid my fingers inside her bra. Without looking away from the video playing on her laptop, Mary slid off her sweater and unhooked her bra. I took her nipple in my mouth. She supported my head with her arm, letting me suckle.
