AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is about the lewd, provocative and embarrassing punishment a young man gets from his mother and sister because of his bad behavior, and, how the punishment affects all of them. It is not BDSM, although in this chapter, it might appear that way. All the characters are over 18 years of age and members of the same family. Please select another story from the vast Literotica library if this doesn't interest you.
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It was an incredibly touching experience to see the happiness in my mother's eyes after my little brother's spanking.
Please don't get me wrong here..... Mom wasn't happy she had to spank Bobby. I think what made her happy was the way Bobby took his medicine without one complaint, and, how he accepted the extremely humiliating act of obedience she presented him with.
At first, I thought she was kidding when she began Bobby's spanking. The little, light slaps on his naked butt cheeks seemed like nothing. But, then they drew on and on. When Bobby's butt turned pink, she kept it up. After his butt cheeks turned red, she still continued. And, even though the force of her dainty slaps on his bare ass never increased, over time it became a miserable ordeal for Bobby to endure. I knew it had gotten dreadfully painful for him when he started crying and his body lurched and trembled every time Mom's hand hit his red cheeks.
Mom went to great lengths to speak to him in a gentle voice as his discomfort began to grow. She watched his face for signs of pain and monitored him carefully throughout his ordeal, and, when it appeared he'd had enough, she quickly stopped.
She was ready to console and comfort him when his spanking was over, even to the point of being prepared to take his mind off the intense sting that spread across his butt. She warned him before she even started – telling him his spanking was going to sting like hell. And, she certainly told the truth.
Perhaps the most bizarre part of Bobby's spanking, though, was the mysterious spray bottle she had. After his spanking was over, she sprayed his butt cheeks with the solution in that bottle, and, almost immediately, the redness vanished and Bobby's pain subsided. I'm not kidding – just as fast as she sprayed his butt cheeks, the skin returned to a normal color and all his pain was gone. Wow.
Together, the three of us shared a hug, celebrating the end of Bobby's spanking and the hope of a new beginning in our home. Mom praised Bobby for taking his spanking in such an honorable way, and now, it was time for Bobby's good behavior reward.
Mom held Bobby's hand in hers as she led his still naked body up the stairs to his bedroom. She stopped at his doorway and ushered him inside with me following right behind. As I walked by her, she gave me one of her classic "Mommy" smiles – the kind she used to give us when we brought home a good report card, or gave her a hand painted card for Mother's Day.
"Sweetheart," Mom said to Bobby, "you go stretch out on your bed for a few minutes while I talk to your sister. We'll be back shortly to give you your reward."
As we turned to leave, Bobby was stretching out on his bed and clasping his hands behind his head as it came to rest on top of his pillow. "Don't fall asleep on us." Mom said, giggling. "It would be quite a shame to miss your reward, you know."
Making no attempt to cover his nakedness, Bobby assured her he wouldn't fall asleep, and with that, Mom pulled me across the hall, into her room and shut the door behind her.
As soon as she closed the door, her hands flew up to her cheeks, her jaw dropped open and she looked at me like she was speechless. "I swear," she said to me, talking in a hushed voice, "I'm almost ready to call this whole punishment thing off!"
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"I'm this close," Mom answered, holding up her thumb and index finger to where they were almost touching, "to wanting to jump my own son's bones!"
I had to laugh, especially with the look on her face and the urgency in her words.
"I know what you mean." I said, smiling in front of her. "He's so innocent, and his body..... is..... well, you've seen it.... you know what I mean!"
"Look, Sandra," Mom said, smiling along with me, "I want you to promise me that from now on, you won't repeat anything you and I talk about in private to your brother. Or, anyone else, okay?"
"Yeah." I agreed immediately.
"And that goes double for anything we do to him." Mom said, sternly. "All this stays just between us.... me, you and him."
"Of course." I replied.
Mom turned around and walked to the center of the room, pacing nervously, and then looked up at me. "I've had to change my underwear twice already today." She told me, throwing her arms up in the air. "I've been as wet as a horny schoolgirl all day, and I'm soaked again. Every time I'm close to him I just want to grab his penis..... and do things to him. I mean nasty things, Sandra..... really nasty things."
She asked me if I saw how hard his cock was and how much precum he leaked onto the carpet after his spanking – while she was running that skinny dildo in and out of his bottom. When I told her I didn't even notice he had an erection, she stopped in her tracks and told me there was a three inch wet spot on the carpet underneath him where his cock had dripped.
"That boy is bursting at the seams to ejaculate, Sandra." Mom said, looking up at me with a concerned look on her face. "When he finally goes, it's gonna be a real squirter."
"Okay." I said to her. "I'm having the same kind of thoughts you are, so let's get it out in the open, okay? Both of us are ready to fuck the living daylights out of him."
"Sandra!" Mom exclaimed, softly. "Your language!"
"Well, it's true and you know it." I answered. "Maybe the best thing to do is just accept the inevitable. Brother or not..... son or not, you know where this is going to lead."
"Are you actually suggesting we should have sex with your brother?" She asked. "Like, full penetration? Intercourse?"
