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I glanced at the clock, and saw that it was just after ten. I choked slightly, and ran to the bathroom to clean up before heading home. Hopefully Trent will understand, I thought, rubbing my possible doomed butt while pondering this, but my focus was immediately drawn to the sound of the bedroom door opening.
I heard Kyles mom through the closed bathroom door, as she exclaimed; “Kyle, I told you to be in bed by ten, you need your sleep before practice!”.
Kyle stuttered, explaining, “I-I was, getting ready, I mean”.
“Really, did you even send Michael home?”.
“Y-Yeah, he left a few minutes ago”. Great, I thought, Now I have to help him lie to avoid trouble.
“Nevertheless, I told you what would happen if you didnt listen to me, especially when it concerns your health”.
“Health? What?”.
“A growing boy like you needs his sleep to be healthy, Im only looking out for your best interest”. I giggled at her drama, and Kyle sighed loudly correspondingly before she continued; “Which is why, young man, Im going to give you this spanking, because you refuse to listen to me”.
“No, Mom, you cant”.
“And why not, Kyle?”.
Sighing, he glanced over to the cracked bathroom door, and I moved as to not draw his attention; “No reason, I guess”.
“Good, now get your sorry butt over here before I get the brush”.
“Yes, maam”. Id never heard Kyle so submissive or obedient in our short time together, and I watched from my little spot near the door as he slowly stumbled to stand before her, and she immediately grabbed for his waistband from her spot on his desk chair. I gasped, embarrassed for Kyle and relating to his reluctance, but I have to admit I was really turned on my the sight of his creamy white butt upended over his moms knee, quivering in anticipation as her motherly hand hovered just inches above. She brought it down with a loud smack across both cheeks, nearly covering his clenched, slender backside with a single swat. She spanked very differently than Trent, taking long seconds between smacks and thus increasing the impact of the individual strokes. Kyle didnt seem to concerned with her techniques, however, as tears began to fall after only a few spanks.
She lectured, too, in contrast to Trents somber nature, nagging her son about obedience, much to mine and Kyles chagrin as it drew out the process even more. The smacks continued to fall, paced evenly, as the boy kicked and cried out over her knee. His bottom was quickly turning an angry red color, and he through his hand back to protect the raw, tender skin from any further spanking. “Move that hand back, and keep it there, Kyle. If I see it again, Ill spank your legs until you move it”.
Kyle whined loudly, “Please, Mom! It huuuuurts…”.
“Im glad, maybe youll listen now that you have a sore rear end to motivate you”. With that he groaned, his sobbing increased, and perhaps out of pure frustration threw his hand back again. Big mistake. Mrs. Griffin stopped, and began smacking the boys untouched upper thighs.
This attention to such sensitive skin caused Kyle to yell out, “Sorry, sorry! Mom, please, stop! I moved my hand back, pleeeeeeease!”.
She ignored, showing no mercy in continuing to slap his legs until they reached the same dark red as the rest of his bottom. Satisfied that her son had nearly learned his lesson, she moved back to his butt and gave the boy his hardest round of spanks yet, finishing the punishment with a crescendo of loud smacks and even louder bawling from the naughty boy splayed across her lap. And suddenly it was over, though he hardly seemed to notice, and I felt for my new boyfriend as he cried it out, his head dangling near the floor, just like mine had when I got spanked for the first time those weeks ago. Mrs. Griffin eventually stood him up, and hugged her boy before leaving Kyle to lay on his bead, just slowing his sobbing with his face buried in the covers. I creaked open the door, just as soon as I was sure his mom was out of earshot.
Kyle turned his head, and I saw his red, puffy eyes before he looked away, ashamed. “Im sorry you had to see that”, he whispered, almost regretfully, before sniffling loudly, “I would have rather gotten in trouble for having you here than be embarrassed in front of you like that”.
“You didnt embarrass yourself”.
“Youre just saying that”.
“Not at all. You saved me from a lot of trouble just now. That was the most thoughtful thing anyones ever done for me”.
“Well, I—”.
“You were willing to take a spanking like that just to keep me out of trouble, that shows more bravery to me than some little kid who tries to evade responsibility”.
“Really?”.
“Yeah, Kyle”.
“I still wish I could have done it without crying like a baby”.
“You didnt act like a baby. Compared to anyone I know, you took that like a man. I would have been crying before the first smack”.
“Thanks, for understanding I mean. Im so glad youre here with me, but arent you already late? Wont you be in trouble?”.
“Hey, if you were willing to get spanked to keep me out of trouble, I can get spanked if it means being there for you”.
“Thanks, but I have to tell you, Im probably going to bed soon. Spankings always make me sleepy”.
“No problem. Ill head home then. Good night”.
With that, I leaned in and kissed his tear-stained cheek, and turned to leave. The walk home, while short, was certainly treacherous as I checked the time on my phone; 10:37, over a half-hour later than my curfew for tonight. I knew Trent wouldnt be happy, and dreaded walking through that door as I approached our apartment.
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