Fiction: The School Suspension (FFF/M, icy hot, witnesses)

Have any of you ever been suspended from school? I never was, but had heard about it. At the time, I thought it didn’t sound too bad, a few days off school. But now I’m thinking there might be some moms out there who will make a suspension day a living hell for a misbehaving brat. With that in mind, I offer you the following modest story…

Chapter 1: Lessons Begin

The morning sun crept through the blinds of Alex's room, but it brought no comfort. He had spent the night tossing and turning, dreading the day ahead. The look on his mom's face when she had picked him up from school yesterday still haunted him—part fury, part disappointment. Being caught cheating on his history test had been bad enough, but the one-day suspension handed down by the principal seemed like a death sentence now that he was back under his mom's roof.

Karen Daniels was not a woman to take things lightly. A single mother who prided herself on raising her children with discipline and integrity, she believed strongly in swift and memorable consequences. As Alex shuffled into the kitchen in his pajamas, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he froze in the doorway. His younger sister, Lily, sat at the table, munching on cereal. Her smile widened as her eyes flickered from his embarrassed face to their mother, her amusement clear without a single word being spoken.

“Good morning, Alex,” Karen said, her tone firm but controlled. “I trust you've had time to think about what you did.”

Alex muttered a quiet, “Morning,” but kept his gaze firmly on the floor, his stomach sinking as he noticed Lily stifling a giggle behind her cereal spoon.

Karen placed her coffee cup down with a sharp click, drawing her attention back to her. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Alex reluctantly raised his head.

“Today, you are suspended from school because you chose to cheat on a test. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex mumbled.

Karen's gauze didn't soften. “Sorry isn't good enough. I didn't raise you to cut corners or to be dishonest. You're going to learn a lesson today that I hope you'll never forget.”

She gestured to the clipboard on the table. “Here’s the plan. You'll spend this entire day doing a deep spring cleaning of the house. Every single chore on this list will be completed before the day is over, and you'll do it without complaint.”

Alex's eyes widened as he scanned the list. It was a mile long—everything from scrubbing the baseboards to cleaning out the attic. He glanced toward Lily, who quickly hid her face behind her cereal bowl, but the corners of her mouth twitched with unmistakable glee.

“But Mom—”

“No goals,” Karen cuts him off. “And to make sure the lesson sticks, you'll receive a spanking every hour, on the hour, until everything is done.”

Lily didn't say a word, but the sound of her muffled giggle made Alex's face flush even redder. She wasn't even trying to hide her amusement anymore, her eyes sparkling as she peeked at him over the rim of her cereal bowl.

“What?! Mom, come on! I'm sixteen! You can’t be serious.”

Karen leaned forward, her expression deadly calm. “Oh, I'm very serious. You're sixteen, which means you're old enough to know better. But clearly, you don't. So, I'll handle this like I would have when you were six. You'll get your first spanking at 9 am sharp. The next one will come at 10, and so on. And let me be clear: each one will get harder until your chores are finished.”

Alex could feel his face flush with humiliation. “You can't do that. It’s…it’s not fair!”

Karen stood, towering over him as she pointed toward the clock on the wall. “Life’s not fair, Alex. You'll learn that soon enough. Now, go get dressed and start on the living room. I expect the baseboards to be spotless by the time I call you in for your first spanking at 9am sharp.”

As Alex turned to leave the kitchen, he caught Lily's smug grin out of the corner of his eye. She didn't say a word, but her expression spoke volumes. Alex stomped toward his room, his ears burning as her quiet, muffled giggles followed him down the hall.

Chapter 2: First Spanking

The first hour dragged on as Alex scrubbed the baseboards in the living room. Every so often, he would glance nervously at the clock, watching the minutes tick closer to 9 am His heart sank when he heard his mom's voice calling from the kitchen.

“Alex, it's time!”

He trudged into the kitchen, where Karen was seated on one of the sturdy dining chairs, her clipboard resting on the table beside her. She gestured for him to stand in front of her.

“Pants down,” she said matter-of-factly.

“What?” Alex froze, his face turning bright red. “Mom, no way!”

Karen's eyes narrowed. “Yes way. You're getting this spanking over my knee, on your bare bottom, just like when you were little. Now, pants down, or I’ll make it worse for you.”

Alex hesitated, his hands trembling.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Karen warned.

With a groan of humiliation, Alex fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down to his knees.

“Underpants too,” Karen added, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Mom, please,” Alex pleaded, his voice breaking.

“Now.”

Swallowing his pride, Alex lowered his underwear, his face burning with shame as he stood half-naked in front of his mother, cowering with his hands in front of his genitals. She grabbed his arm and guided him over her lap, positioning him firmly so that his toes barely touched the floor.

“This is how it's going to go,” Karen said, resting one hand on the small of his back. “Each spanking will last longer than the one before, and each one will be harder. You'll feel it every time you sit down today, and you'll remember why you're being punished.”

Alex winced as he felt her hand rest on his bare bottom.

“I'm doing this because I love you, Alex,” Karen said firmly. “But I won't tolerate dishonesty in this house. Let’s begin.”

Karen reached over to the kitchen counter and set the timer to five minutes, placing it where Alex could see it. The soft beep as it began counting down made his stomach churn.

“Five minutes?!” Alex exclaimed, twisting to look up at her.

“Yes, five minutes,” Karen said, her voice firm and steady. “Cheating isn't a small mistake, Alex. You’ll feel every second of what this means.”

Before Alex could respond, the first sharp SMACK echoed through the room, jolting him forward. Karen's hand landed with a force that felt impossible to bear, and each smack that followed was relentless.

SMACK

“Cheating is dishonest.”

SMACK

“It’s disrespectful to your teachers, your classmates, and me.”

SMACK

Tears stung Alex's eyes as her hand rained down without pause. The sting built quickly, spreading across his bottom in a hot, unbearable blaze.

“Mom, please! It hurts!” he cried out, his legs kicking slightly.

“It's supposed to hurt,” Karen replied, her tone resolved. “Pain is a teacher, and I intend for you to remember this lesson for a long time to come.”

She maintained her rhythm, smacking every inch of his bare bottom with precision. Each strike seemed to grow harder, and Alex found himself sobbing as the timer ticked down the final seconds. When the beep finally sounded, it was both a relief and another humiliation.

Karen released him, gently patting his back. “Stand up, Alex.”

Sniffling, Alex pushed himself off her lap, his hands instinctively moving to rub his throbbing backside.

“No rubbing,” Karen ordered sharply. “Let the sting remind you why you're being punished.”

Alex dropped his hands quickly, his face bright red as he realized his mom was looking directly at him—bare from the waist down. He scrambled to pull up his underwear, the thin, worn fabric doing little to cover him. The translucent material clung embarrassingly tight, leaving little to the imagination.

As he bent to grab his pants, Karen stopped him. “You won't be needing those today,” she said firmly, holding out her hand.

“What?” Alex's mouth dropped open in shock.

“You heard me,” she said. “You'll stay in your underwear for the rest of the day. It'll remind you of the consequences that come with making such bad choices, and remind you that your next spanking is coming.”

“But Mom—”

“No arguments. Hand them over.”

Alex reluctantly obeyed, removing his pants and holding them over with shaking hands. The humiliation of standing there in just his T-shirt and frayed, barely-there underpants made his face burn brighter than his bottom.

Karen folded the pants neatly and placed them on the kitchen counter. “Now, back to work. I expect the living room spotless before your next spanking at 10 o’clock.”

Alex shuffled out of the kitchen, his head hung low. The chill of the air against his legs only made the sting in his bottom more pronounced. As he crouched back down to scrub the baseboards, the thin material of his underwear stretched tight, leaving him acutely aware of every movement.

The timer on the wall ticked down ominously. He knew this was only the beginning of a long, painful, and humiliating day.

Chapter 3: Second Spanking

At precisely 10 am, Karen's voice called out from the kitchen, sharp and commanding.

“Alex, it’s time for your next spanking.”

Alex froze where he knelt, scrubbing the grout between the tiles in the entryway. His body stiffened, his barely-covered backside sending him a humiliating reminder of the first spanking. He wiped his hands on a rag and trudged toward the kitchen, dread curling in his stomach.

Karen was waiting for him, standing beside the counter this time. In her hand was a wooden spoon, its smooth, rounded surface glinting ominously in the light.

Alex's heart sank. “Mom… the spoon? Isn’t your hand enough?”

Karen fixed him with a steady gaze. “I told you the spankings would get harder. That means longer and with the help of tools if necessary. Now, come here.”

Alex shuffled closer, already feeling his knees tremble.

Karen sat on the sturdy kitchen chair, moving for him to stand in front of her. “I'll handle things this time. Stand still.”

“Mom, no, please! I can—”

Karen silenced him with a single sharp look, and before he could protest further, her hands moved to the waistband of his threadbare underpants.

“Mom, wait!” Alex pleaded, his face flushing bright red, but Karen was unmoved.

She tugged his underpants down to his knees in one smooth motion, exposing him. Alex's breath hitched as the cool air of the kitchen hit his bare skin. His hands immediately flew to the front of his body, his face burning hotter than ever. He couldn't meet his mom's gaze, the humiliation of standing exposed before her at his age almost too much to bear.

“Alex, move your hands,” Karen said firmly.

“Mom, please,” Alex begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “This is so embarrassing.”

Karen's expression remained resolute. “You should have thought about the consequences before you cheated on that test. Now, hands to your sides. I won’t ask again.”

Tears pricked Alex's eyes as he hesitated, his hands still shielding himself. The thought of his mom seeing everything was unbearable, but her tone left no room for argument. Slowly, reluctantly, he moved his hands to his sides, his face crumpling in a mixture of shame and distress.

Karen placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him squarely in the eyes. “I know you're embarrassed, Alex, but this is what happens when you break the rules. You're being punished. You need to understand that actions have consequences, even if those consequences are uncomfortable.”

Alex nodded weakly, his entire body stiff and trembling. His humiliation was complete—standing there fully exposed, feeling his mom's eyes on him. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole.

Karen's hands guided him gently but firmly over her knee, his bare bottom now positioned perfectly for the spanking. “I hope this teaches you to take responsibility for your choices,” she said, adjusting his position so he couldn’t squirm away.

Alex buried his face in his hands, his voice muffled as he whimpered, “Mom, please, I’ll never do it again…”

Karen's hand rested on his lower back, holding him securely. “I'm sure you mean that now, Alex, but this is about making sure you never forget.”

“This spanking will last seven minutes,” Karen said, starting the timer and setting it in front of Alex, the beep marking the beginning. She reached for the wooden spoon.

The first CRACK of the spoon landed squarely on Alex's bare bottom, and he yelped in shock at the sharp, biting sting.

CRACK

CRACK

“Mom! Wow! Please, stop!” Alex cried out, his legs kicking slightly.

Karen held him firmly in place with her free hand on his back. “You cheated, Alex. This is the price you pay for breaking trust and acting dishonestly.”

She worked methodically, the wooden spoon striking her reddening cheeks over and over. The sound of each swat echoed through the kitchen, punctuated by Alex's cries and pleas.

“This is what happens when you try to take shortcuts,” Karen lectured, her tone unwavering. “There's no easy way out in life, and there certainly won't be in this house.”

As the minutes dragged on, Alex's cries turned into loud sobs. The heat and sting of the spoon became unbearable, and tears streamed down his face.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. The relentless rhythm of the wooden spoon continued, each sharp impact searing Alex's bare bottom. His muffled sobs grew louder, his voice breaking under the weight of the pain and humiliation.

“Please, Mom! I'm sorry! I'll never cheat again, I promise!” Alex cried, his legs beginning to kick uncontrollably. The once teenage composure he tried so desperately to cling to had shattered, leaving him sounding every bit like a little boy being punished.

Karen didn't waver, her strikes precise and firm. She alternated between the lower and upper parts of his cheeks, ensuring every inch of his bottom felt the sting of her discipline. “You're crying now, Alex, but this is the kind of lesson that sticks. The next time you think about lying or cheating, you'll remember this moment.”

CRACK. CRACK. “No more shortcuts!” CRACK. “No more dishonesty!” CRACK.

Alex's voice rose to a high-pitched wail. “I can't take it! Please! I’ll do anything, just stop!” His hands clenched into fists, his body squirming over her lap as he tried and failed to wriggle free.

Karen tightened her grip on her lower back, her voice steady and calm. “You'll stay right where you are, Alex, until the lesson is over. We still have three minutes to go.”

Hearing the timer ticking only added to Alex's despair. The weight of knowing his spanking wasn't even halfway through was crushing. “Mom, please! I'll be good! I’ll be good!” he sobbed, his legs kicking as if to escape the relentless sting.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. “This isn't about promises, Alex,” Karen said, her voice unyielding. “It’s about consequences.”

The once rhythmic kicking of Alex's legs turned chaotic and desperate, his movements now completely uncoordinated. He twisted and turned in a futile attempt to shield his throbbing bottom from further punishment, but Karen's firm grip kept him in place.

By the time the final minute approached, Alex had fully broken down. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he bawled like a small child, his cries filled with raw, unfiltered emotion. “Mommy, I’m sorry!” he wailed, the childish term slipping out without thought in his desperation.

Karen finished the spanking with a series of hard, deliberate smacks to his sit spots, ensuring the sting would linger. When the timer finally beeped, she placed the spoon on the counter and let out a steady breath.

“Alright, Alex,” Karen said, her tone softening but still firm. “It’s over. Stand up.”

Alex struggled to his feet, his hands immediately flying to his swollen, burning bottom as he danced in place, unable to stand still. His face was a mess of tears and humiliation, and his voice quivered as he hiccoughed through his sobs.

Karen stood and placed her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. “You've been punished, Alex. Now I expect you to finish your chores and think about what led you here. Do you understand me?”

Alex nodded frantically, his lips trembling. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

“You've still got several hours of chores to do, Alex,” she said matter-of-factly. “And I want you to be very clear on this: your next spanking is in one hour, at 11 am sharp, and each one will be worse.”

Alex's eyes widened in panic, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. “No, Mom! Please, I can’t take it!” he cried, his voice cracking as he bent to pull up his underpants, wincing as the fabric grazed his sore, swollen bottom. He stood there, trembling, looking completely defeated. “You don't understand—my bottom already hurts so much. I'll do all the chores; I promise I'll do them perfectly! Just don’t spank me again!”

Karen shook her head, she resolved unshaken. “This isn't just about doing the chores, Alex. It's about you learning to take responsibility for your actions and facing the consequences. If you'd made better choices, you wouldn't be in this position. But you didn’t, and now this is how you’ll learn.”

Alex's sobs grew louder as he clutched the waistband of his underpants, his knuckles white as he tried to process her words. “Please, Mom,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “I'll never cheat again, I swear! I'll do everything you say, but I can't—” He broke off into a fresh round of crying, covering his face with his hands.

Karen stepped closer, her voice softening slightly but remaining firm. “I know you're upset, Alex. I know it's hard. But this is part of growing up and understanding that your actions have consequences. You’ll get through this, and you’ll be better for it.”

“But I can’t do it!” Alex wailed, stomping his foot in frustration, like a child throwing a tantrum. “It hurts too much!”

Karen raised an eyebrow, and said. “Let me make one thing crystal clear: in this house, a suspension is not a day off. It’s a day to face consequences and work harder than you ever would at school.”

Alex wiped at his tear-streaked face, his lip quivering. “He knows, but…”

Karen stepped closer, her tone unrelenting. “Oh, you know do you? Then tell me, Alex, when you cheated on that test, were you thinking about all the hard work I expected from you, or were you thinking about taking the easy way out?”

Alex dropped his gaze to the floor, ashamed. “The… easy way out,” he mumbled.

Karen nodded. “Exactly. And now, you're going to learn that there's no such thing. If you cheat and cut corners, the work you'll have to do later will be ten times harder—and that includes today.”

Alex felt fresh tears prick his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably. “I get it, Mom… I really do. Can we just—can we skip the rest of the spankings? I'll do all the chores. Please, I'll work as hard as I can!”

Karen crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look. “Skip the spankings? So now you want an easy way out of the punishment you earned? No, Alex, that's not how this works. A suspension isn't a holiday, and a punishment isn't something you negotiate your way out of. You'll get back to work, and when the clock strikes 11, you'll be over my knee again, just like we discussed.”

Alex let out a desperate sob, his hands flying back to his bottom as though the mother thought of the next spanking brought the sting back all over again. “I can't, Mom! I can’t take another one!”

Karen's expression didn't soften. “You can and you will. You brought this on yourself, Alex, and you'll face it. Now, back to your cleaning. Time’s wasting, and the clock is ticking.”

Alex sniffled loudly, his legs wobbling as he turned back toward his tasks, the weight of her words—and the inevitability of what was to come—pressing down on him with every step.

Karen called after him, “Remember, Alex, the harder you work, the sooner the spankings will end. And each one will be worse than the last until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson.”

The reminder sent a shudder through Alex, and he let out another sob as he grabbed the cleaning supplies from the hallway. His steps were slow and heavy, the sting of his punishment serving as a constant, painful reminder of the discipline still ahead of him.

Chapter 4: Chores & Reflections

Karen leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and watched as Alex returned to his chores. He dropped to his hands and knees on the entryway floor, picking up where he'd left off with the grout. His shoulders slumped as he scrubbed, his movements slow and deliberate, though she could tell he was still sniffling.

Her gaze shifted to his backside, which wriggled slightly as he worked. Every time his arm extended or he shifted position, his hips made small, unconscious circles. The thin, worn fabric of his underpants stretched tight over his reddened skin, leaving the marks from the wooden spoon faintly visible even through the material.

Karen tapped her fingers on the counter, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. She had no intention of letting Alex forget the consequences of his actions—not for a single moment of the day.

Inwardly, she congratulated herself. Cheating on a test wasn't just a small mistake, and if Alex had thought a day off school would be an escape, he had another thought coming. She'd resolved the night before that this wouldn't be a lazy day for him—and watching him now only strengthened her resolve.

“No shortcuts,” she murmured to herself, the words like a mantra. “He’ll learn that today.”

Karen pushed herself off the counter and walked into the entryway, her heels clicking gently against the tiles. She stood behind Alex for a moment, her presence looming over him as he scrubbed.

“Get into the corners better,” she said sharply. “I don't want to see any grime left when you're done.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex mumbled, his voice thick with humiliation. He scrubbed harder, his backside wriggling more as he adjusted his position to reach further.

Karen's eyes narrowed. The faint redness peeking through his underpants was a reminder that she wasn't just teaching him a lesson—she was ensuring it stuck.

She walked back to the kitchen, mentally doubling her resolve. If Alex thought the day had been difficult so far, he was in for a rude awakening. With every passing hour, the spankings would get harder, the chores more grueling, and the discipline more unforgettable.

Today wasn't just about cleaning the house—it was about cleaning up her son's behavior. And she wouldn't stop until she was sure he'd learned his lesson.

As Alex did his chores, his mind churned with regret, shame, and fear. The sting from his spanking still burned hotly, radiating across his sore bottom with every movement he made. He won as he leaned forward, the uncomfortable reminder making it impossible to forget what had just happened—or what was still to come.

Why did I do it? he thought miserably, scrubbing harder at a stubborn scuff mark. Why did I cheat? Was it really worth all of this?

He thought back to the history test—the way the answers had practically called out to him from his friend's desk. At the time, it had seemed like such an easy way to avoid studying, to skate by without putting in the effort. But now, as he worked his aching body through chore after chore, he realized how foolish that decision had been.

I could've just studied. I could've taken the test honestly, even if I failed. But no… I had to take the easy way out. He let out a shaky sigh, his hands trembling as he scrubbed. And now I'm paying for it.

The looming threat of the next spanking made his heart pound in his chest. He could still hear the echo of the wooden spoon cracking against his skin, feel the way his mom's firm grip had kept him helplessly in place. The memory alone made fresh tears spring to his eyes. How am I supposed to get through another one? he wondered, dread curling in his stomach. Let alone four or five more…

He glanced at the clock on the wall, his stomach sinking further when he saw it was only 10:20. Forty minutes. That's all I have before it starts again. The thought made his hands shake, the rag slipping from his grip as a sob rose in his throat. He clenched his jaw, trying to steady himself. Crying won't help. I just have to keep going. If I work hard enough, maybe she'll go easier on me. Maybe…

But deep down, he knew there would be no leniency. His mom had made it clear—every spanking would be worse than the last until his chores were finished. He scrubbed harder, his arms aching as he tried to focus on the work instead of the inevitable.

But The thin, threadbare fabric of his underpants clinging to his sore, swollen bottom made it impossible to forget his predicament. Every time he shifted, the tight waistband or the edge of the cloth would rub against his tender skin, reigniting the sting of the spanking he had just endured. The discomfort was a constant, painful reminder of what had happened—and what was still to come.

He sniffled as he worked, his cheeks flushing hotly at the thought of being stuck like this, cleaning the house in nothing but his underpants, totally exposed and vulnerable. His mom's decision to leave him this way wasn't just practical for the spankings—it was deliberate, designed to keep him focused on the consequences of his actions. And it was working.

Each time he reached to scrub more, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall. It was only 10:30. Thirty more minutes, he thought, dread twisting his stomach. In thirty minutes, she's going to call me back into the kitchen. She's going to pull my underpants down again, and it's going to hurt even more than the last time.

The knowledge hung over him like a dark cloud, impossible to ignore. With every movement, every shift of his body, he felt the ache in his bottom—a constant, stinging reminder of his punishment and the inevitability of the next one. The fact that he was still in his underpants only made it worse, the humiliating state keeping his mind firmly locked on what was coming next. He couldn't escape it, no matter how much he tried to focus on the task at hand.

He scrubbed harder, his hands trembling as he tried to finish at least one section of the list before the clock struck 11. The humiliation of it all only added to his frustration. Sixteen years old, he thought bitterly, scrubbing at a stubborn scuff mark. I'm sixteen years old, and I'm crawling around the house in my underwear, about to get spanked like a little kid. His face burned as he thought about how his mom had seen everything earlier, how she'd moved his hands away without hesitation. He hated how powerless he felt, how completely she was in control. And yet, there was nothing he could do about it.

The fabric of his underpants shifted again as he leaned forward, the sensation sending another wave of sharp discomfort through his tender skin. He hoisted and wiped at his eyes, the tears threatening to fall again. I have to get through this. I don't have a choice. I just have to keep going.

But no matter how hard he worked, his mind kept circling back to the same thought: the next spanking. He could already picture it—the sharp crack of the wooden spoon, the sting that would build and build until it felt unbearable, the way his mom's firm grip would hold him in place no matter how much he squirmed. The thought of going through it again, with his bottom already sore, was enough to make his hands shake as he scrubbed.

He glanced at the clock again. 10:45. Only fifteen minutes left. His heart raced as the reality of it sank in. I'll never cheat again, he thought, the words repeating over and over in his mind like a mantra. I'll never cheat again. I'll never do anything to end up like this again. But no matter how much he promised himself, it wouldn't change the fact that he still had another spanking coming—and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

This is the worst day of my life, he thought bitterly. The sting of his punishment wasn't just physical—it was in the humiliation, the helplessness, the way he'd completely lost control of his dignity. His mom had seen everything, taken away every ounce of power he thought he had. And worst of all, she was right. He did deserve this. He'd cheated, he'd lied, and now he was facing the consequences head-on.

The clock's hands inch closer to 11, and Alex's heart races faster with every passing second. The thought of going over his mom's knee again, of feeling the sting of the spoon—and worse—made his entire body tremble. But no amount of pleading or panicking would change what was coming. He had to face it, just like he'd face the consequences of every bad choice he'd ever make.

With a sniffle, he wiped his eyes on his sleeve and forced himself to keep going. Maybe one day I'll look back on this and be grateful for the lesson, he thought bitterly. But right now, it just feels like a nightmare I'll never escape.

Chapter 5: An Unexpected Visitor

Alex had just finished dusting the shelves and had moved on to vacuuming the living room rug when he heard the sound of the kitchen door creaking open. His heart sank, knowing only one person would let themselves in like that without knocking.

“Karen? Are you home?” called Marjorie Green, their next-door neighbor and longtime family friend.

Alex froze, gripping the vacuum handle tightly. His threadbare underpants clung to his reddened backside, and he felt the burn of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

Karen's voice called back cheerfully from the kitchen. “Here, Marjorie! Come on in!”

A moment later, Marjorie stepped into the living room. Her eyes widened slightly as she spotted Alex, standing awkwardly with the vacuum, his skinny legs and old, nearly translucent underpants on full display.

“Well, well,” Marjorie said with a laugh. “What's this? In your little underwear? And shouldn’t you be at school, Alex?”

Alex's face turned a brilliant shade of crimson. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Karen strolled into the living room, holding a cup of coffee. “Oh, he should be at school,” she said, her voice sharp. “But he got himself suspended for cheating on a test.”

Marjorie raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. “Cheating? Suspended? Alex, I never would have imagined that from you. And what’s with the little underpants?”

Alex stammered, gripping the vacuum tighter as his face turned a deeper shade of red. “I, uh… I… It's not… I—” He instinctively turned away from her, trying to hide the front of his underpants, which did little to conceal the outline of his tightly confined genitals.

Marjorie tilted her head, her sharp eyes catching something else entirely. “Wait a second,” she said, stepping closer and squinting. “Is that backside glowing red? What’s going on here?”

Alex froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to edge away, but Karen's firm voice cut through his panic.

“Stop fidgeting, Alex,” Karen said. “Mrs. Green asked you a question. Answer her.”

Alex swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s nothing.”

Marjorie raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, moving to get a better look at his backside. “Nothing? It looks like you sat on a hot stove, young man. That's not 'nothing.'” She glanced at Karen. “What’s he hiding?”

Karen smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. “Go ahead, Alex. Tell her why your bottom is so red.”

“No, Mom, please,” Alex begged, shaking his head in desperation.

Karen's eyes narrowed. “I said, tell her.”

Alex's shoulders slumped in defeat, and he turned halfway back toward Marjorie, avoiding her gaze. “I… I got a few spankings,” he mumbled, barely audible.

Marjorie's eyes widened, and she let out a surprised laugh. “A few spankings? Oh, my goodness, Karen! You're not messaging around. And I take it that wasn’t over your clothes, was it, Alex?”

Alex's blush deepened as he shook his head. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, wishing he could disappear.

Marjorie's grin widened. “Well, no wonder you're in such a state. Karen, I have to say, I'm impressed! I thought spankings were a thing of the past for you.”

Karen crossed her arms, her expression resolute. “Not anymore. Alex got himself suspended, and I decided to make sure today would be a memorable one. He’s cleaning the house and getting spanked every hour on the hour to remind him of what happens when he chooses dishonesty.”

Marjorie chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. “Well, I can see it's working. That bottom of his looks like it’s already learned quite a bit.”

Alex stood there, mortified beyond belief, wishing the ground would swallow him whole as the two women laughed.

Marjorie's eyes read up with amusement. “And when’s the next one?”

Karen glanced at the clock on the wall. “In about ten minutes, actually.”

Alex's head snapped up, his eyes wide with panic. “Mom! No! Not in front of Mrs. Green!”

Karen turned to him with a stern look. “Alex, I didn't ask for your opinion. Marjorie is here, and if she happens to still be here ten minutes from now, she'll see exactly what happens when you choose dishonesty.”

Marjorie chuckled, clearly entertained. “Oh, I'm definitely staying. This is the most excitement I’ve had all week.”

Karen and smiled gestured toward the kitchen. “Why don't we grab a coffee while Alex finishes vacuuming? He still has work to do before the clock strikes eleven.”

Marjorie nodded, and the two women headed back to the kitchen, leaving Alex standing there, mortified. His mind raced as he resumed vacuuming, the humiliation of the situation nearly overwhelming.

He couldn't believe it—his mom wasn't just going to spank him again but was planning to do it in front of Mrs. Green! And if past experience was any indication, Karen wouldn't hesitate to pull down her underpants for a bare-bottom spanking. The thought made his stomach churn, and he struggled to focus on his chores.

From the kitchen, he could hear the faint murmur of their voices and the occasional burst of laughter. He knew they were talking about him, and it made the situation all the worse.

The clock ticked closer to eleven, and Alex felt dread settling in his chest. This was shaping up to be the most humiliating day of his life.

Chapter 6: A Humiliating 11am Spanking

The clock struck 11, its chime reverberating through the house like a death knell for Alex. His hands trembled as he put down the vacuum, dreading what was to come.

“Alex,” Karen called sharply from the kitchen. “In here. Now.”

Dragging his feet, Alex entered the kitchen in his T-shirt and underwear, his face already burning. His mother sat on the sturdy kitchen chair, her legs slightly spread. This time the larger wooden salad spoon remained on the table beside her. Marjorie, seated nearby with her coffee, was watching with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Alex froze near the doorway, his eyes locking onto the large spoon. It was even bigger and thicker than the one his mom had used earlier, and just the sight of it made his stomach drop. His breath hitched, and he instinctively took a step back, his sore bottom already tingling in anticipation of what was coming.

Karen's sharp voice brought him back to reality. “Alex, stop wasting time and get over here.”

He swallowed hard and shuffled forward, his eyes darting nervously between the spoon and Marjorie, who was watching him with open amusement. Her grin widened as her gauze lingered on the spoon, and she chuckled softly. “Well, Alex,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “you'll certainly feel that one. It looks like it’s going to be a very good lesson teacher.”

Alex's face burned even hotter, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Mom, please,” he stammered, his voice shaking. “I—I don’t think I can take it. Not with that…”

Karen raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his protests. “You'll take it, Alex, and you'll learn from it. This is what happens when you cheat and try to take shortcuts in life. Marjorie’s right—this spoon will help make sure the lesson sticks.”

Alex felt his knees weaken as his mom reached for the spoon, testing its weight in her hand. It looked enormous in comparison to the smaller wooden spoon she'd used before, and he couldn't stop the fresh wave of tears that sprang to his eyes. “Mom, please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “I'll do the chores—I'll finish everything perfectly! Please don’t use that!”

Karen simply moved to the spot in front of her. “Enough, Alex. Over here. You know what’s coming.”

Trembling, Alex shuffled forward, his entire body shaking with fear and humiliation. He could feel Marjorie's eyes on him, her smirk growing as she took another sip of her coffee. As he stopped in front of his mom, he couldn't help but glance back at the spoon again, its polished surface glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window.

“Come stand here,” Karen ordered, pointing to the spot directly in front of her, between her legs.

Alex hesitated, his gaze darting nervously between his mother and their neighbor.

“Don’t make me say it again,” Karen warned, her tone steely.

Reluctantly, Alex stepped between her spread knees, facing his mom, his backside uncomfortably close to Marjorie, who was sitting just a few feet away. He knew exactly what was about to happen, and his face flushed deeper as he shifted nervously from foot to foot.

Karen fixed him with a no-nonsense glare. “Stand still and keep your hands at your sides.”

Alex obeyed, barely able to meet her eyes.

“You know what comes next,” Karen said, her tone calm but firm. She reached for his hips, and Alex flinched instinctively.

“Stop squirming,” she commanded.

Alex closed her eyes, dreading the moment when she would pull down her underwear.

But instead, Karen suddenly turned him around, positioning him to face Mrs. Green. Alex's eyes snapped open in shock, and his face burned with humiliation as he stood before their neighbor, who leaned back in her chair with a smirk.

“Mom, no! Please!” he begged, trying to twist away.

Karen's grip on her hips was unyielding. “You'll face Mrs. Green, and take your medicine. Now stand still.”

With agonizing slowness, Karen hooked her fingers into the waistband of her threadbare underpants and began to lower them.

“Mom, please don’t!” Alex whimpered, his legs trembling as Karen began tugging the fabric downward. Instinctively, Alex crouched slightly, his knees bending as he reached down with both hands to cover himself, his movements clumsy and frantic.

“Stand up straight, Alex,” Karen commanded, her tone firm.

“Mom, don’t!” he whimpered, his voice cracking as he clutched at himself for any shred of modesty.

Karen gave the waistband another determined tug, pulling the underpants over her knees and finally down to her ankles. Alex's hands gripped his genitals tightly, desperate to shield what little dignity he had left.

Karen sighed, her patience clearly wearing thin. She reached and grabbed his wrists, and tugged them firmly to his sides, exposing him fully.

“Alex,” she said, her voice sharp, “you will not cover yourself. You will stand here as you are and take responsibility for your actions.”

Alex wriggled in her grasp, his body squirming with abject embarrassment as he stood fully exposed in front of Mrs. Green. His cheeks burned, and he twisted slightly, as though he could somehow escape the situation, but Karen's grip on his wrists kept him firmly in place.

“Well, my, my,” Mrs. Green said, her smile widening as she sipped her coffee. “Looks like someone is learning a very thorough lesson today.”

Her gaze lingered, openly taking in Alex's complete exposure, her tone light but dripping with amusement. “You've really got your hands full with this one, Karen. But I can see you’ve got it under control.”

Alex whimpered softly, his body trembling as he shifted on his feet, utterly powerless to stop the humiliating display. Mrs. Green's smirk didn't waver, and Alex could feel her gaze boring into him, making the situation all the more unbearable.

Karen held Alex's arms firmly at his sides, preventing him from covering himself. “Now, Alex,” she said, her voice calm but commanding, “you owe Mrs. Green an apology. Look her in the eye and tell her you're sorry for having to witness this.”

Alex's face burned an impossible shade of red, his cheeks blotchy with the intensity of his blush. He could barely breathe, the humiliation coursing through him like a fire as he felt Mrs. Green's eyes on him, taking in everything.

Alex squirmed helplessly in her grasp, his shoulders twisting as though he could somehow escape the situation, but Karen's hold was unyielding. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he felt his chest tighten with shame.

“Mom, please,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. His thighs rubbed together awkwardly as he shifted on his feet, his body wriggling like a scolded toddler.

Karen's grip tightened, her tone firm. “Stop squirming, Alex. Stand still, and speak up. You're going to face the consequences of your actions.”

Alex sniffled, a tear escaping and trailing down his flushed cheek. He hesitated, his voice caught in his throat, unable to bring himself to meet Mrs. Green's gauze.

“Alex,” Karen said sharply, giving her arms a slight shake. “Look at Mrs. Green.”

With great effort, Alex finally lifted his watery eyes to Mrs. Green, who sat back in her chair with a smug, entertained expression, her coffee cup resting lightly in her hands.

“I—I'm sorry, Mrs. Green,” Alex choked out, his voice barely a whisper. His lips quivered as he struggled to continue, the words catching in his throat. “I’m sorry you… h-have to see this.”

Mrs. Green raised an eyebrow, clearly savoring every moment. “Oh, Alex,” she said with a chuckle, “you certainly look sorry. But go on, I’m listening.”

Karen's grip on her arms remained firm as she prompted, “Say it properly, Alex. All of it.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks now, his voice trembling with emotion. “I'm sorry you… h-have to see this,” he repeated, barely getting the words out as his legs trembled and his thighs rubbed together again in a childish, desperate gesture. “I’ll… I’ll never do anything like this again. I promise!”

Mrs. Green smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, that's very good to hear, Alex. I’m glad your mom is making sure you understand the consequences of your behavior.”

Karen released Alex's arms but kept a firm grip on his shoulder, turning him to face sideways. His face was still streaked with tears from the humiliating apology, and his legs trembled beneath him, his underpants still tangled around his ankles.

“Over my knee, Alex,” she said, her voice calm and authoritative, as if she'd just asked him to pass the salt.

Alex hesitated, blinking at her in confusion. “What—?”

Karen didn't give him the chance to finish. She took him by the waist and guided him down, draping him over her left thigh. Alex felt his breath hitch as he realized how vulnerable and awkward the position was. His torso bent sharply forward, his chest pressing against his leg as his hands flailed for balance. His bare bottom, already pink and sore, was lifted high in the air, completely exposed and helpless.

Before he could adjust or protest further, Karen swung her right leg up and over the backs of both of his, clamping him securely in place. The pressure of her leg pressing down made any kicking or squirming impossible.

“Mom!” Alex whimpered, his voice cracking with panic as he struggled weakly. “What are you doing?!”

Karen adjusted him slightly, pushing down on his back ensuring he was bent at a sharp, humiliating angle, his bottom positioned perfectly. She again reached for the wooden spoon resting on the table beside her, its smooth surface gleaming in the light.

“You're being punished, Alex,” Karen said firmly, her tone steady and unyielding. “This time your spanking will be longer and harder and I doubt you'll be able to hold still, so I'm making sure you stay in place. There will be no escaping this.”

Alex squirmed as much as the position allowed, his face burning with embarrassment. He could feel Mrs. Green's amused gaze on him, her smirk practically audible in the silence of the kitchen.

“Well,” Mrs. Green said with a chuckle, crossing her legs, “I'd say that's one way to make sure he learns his lesson. Come on, Karen. Don’t hold back on my account.”

“Marjorie, would you set the timer for ten minutes, please?” Karen asked.

“Mom, no! Not ten minutes! Please!” Alex cried desperately, his bum shimmying. The position forced Alex's body into a sharp, humiliating bend. His chest was pressed tightly against his leg, and the acute angle of his position left his bare bottom jutting high into the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.

The way Karen's knee lifted and tilted him downward exaggerated the curve of his lower back and the lift of his hips. His cheeks were spread slightly apart by the position, leaving his most private areas completely visible. Not only was his bright red, sore bottom fully on display, but even his bum hole was clearly exposed. Worse still, the awkward position caused his genitals to poke backwards through his legs, their embarrassing visibility adding a new layer of shame to his predicament.

Alex, already mortified beyond words, could feel the cool air against every inch of his exposed skin. His face burned with humiliation, knowing that both his mom and Mrs. Green had an unobstructed view of everything. There was no hiding, no way to shield himself, and the acute angle only made it worse.

Karen showed no reaction to his plight other than tightening her grip on him, ensuring he stayed securely in place. Her grip on his torso was firm, and her leg pinning his made any attempt to squirm away completely futile. It was a position designed for total control and maximum embarrassment.

“Of course,” Marjorie said cheerfully, teaching over for the timer. “All set. Ten minutes on the clock.”

“Thank you,” Karen replied, raising the spoon high.

As Karen brought the large wooden spoon down, the first CRACK landed directly on the tender underside of his cheeks, making Alex cry out. The sharp sting radiated across his exposed bottom, and the humiliating position only intensified the sensation. Every swat seemed to reach deeper, sharper, leaving him squirming in shame and discomfort.

Mrs. Green sipped her coffee with a smirk, her eyes lingering on Alex's fully exposed form. The position didn't just leave his bottom bared for punishment; it left everything visible—every inch of him, from his bum hole to the genitals that poked awkwardly forward between his legs.

“Well,” Mrs. Green said with a chuckle, setting her cup down, “I must say, Karen, that's a very efficient spanking position. He’s got absolutely nowhere to hide and nowhere to go.”

Karen didn't reply, focusing instead on her task as the spoon came down again with a sharp CRACK. Alex yelped, his hands clawing at the sides of the chair as the sting radiated through his already sore backside. The acute angle of his position made the spanking feel even more intense, every swat landing with pinpoint accuracy.

Mrs. Green sipped her coffee, her amused smile never wavering, as Alex cried out and squirmed, thoroughly humbled under his mother's firm discipline.

The acute angle of his position left every inch of him accessible, and Karen made it clear she intended to use that to its fullest extent.

The wooden spoon came down again with a sharp CRACK, landing squarely across the center of his already reddened cheeks. Alex cried out, his body jerking against her hold, but there was no escape. Karen delivered swat after swat with practiced precision, ensuring no part of his bare bottom was spared.

She worked methodically, starting with the fleshiest parts of her cheeks and gradually moving outward. Each stroke landed with a resounding smack that echoed through the kitchen, and Alex's cries grew louder with every passing second.

Karen then turned her attention to the more tender areas, focusing on the sensitive lower curves where his thighs met his bottom. These strokes drew even louder yelps from Alex, his legs twitching under her restraining leg as fresh tears streamed down his face.

But Karen wasn't finished. She adjusted her angle slightly, ensuring the wooden spoon could reach into the cleft between her cheeks. She spread her cheeks gently with her free hand, exposing the tender insides of her cleft, and brought the spoon down firmly.

CRACK!

Alex howled, his body bucking slightly as the sharp sting radiated through the sensitive area.

“Hold still, Alex,” Karen commanded, her tone calm but unyielding. “You'll take this punishment properly, and I won't miss a single spot.”

Mrs. Green raised her eyebrows in approval, her smirk deepening as she watched Karen's thoroughness. “Oh, Karen, you really don’t leave any stone unturned, do you? That’s quite the lesson he’s getting.”

Karen didn't respond, instead focusing on delivering swats to every inch of Alex's bottom, including the tender insides of his cleft. Alex's cries became incoherent sobs, his body wriggling helplessly as Karen's discipline continued.

“Minute three,” Marjorie announced cheerfully from her seat, her phone resting on the table. She leaned back with her coffee, thoroughly enjoying the show.

Alex's face, already red with humiliation, crumpled as he sobbed, “Mom, please! I'm sorry! I'll be good! I can’t take it anymore!”

CRACK! CRACK! The spoon landed squarely across the fleshiest part of his cheeks, leaving bright red ovals in his wake. His bottom, once merely red from the earlier punishment, was quickly turning a deep crimson. Karen showed no signs of slowing, her hand steady as she ensured each swat was delivered with firm, unyielding purpose.

“Alex, this is exactly what happens when you try to take shortcuts in life,” Karen said firmly, her voice calm despite his frantic pleas. “This lesson isn't just about your bottom—it's about your choices and the consequences you'll face from now on.”

CRACK! The spoon struck the sensitive curve where his thighs met his bottom, drawing a high-pitched yelp from Alex. His legs twitched, but Karen's firm hold kept him firmly in place. “Stop squirming, Alex,” she ordered. “You earned this, and you'll take it properly.”

Marjorie set down her coffee and crossed her arms, a wide grin spreading across her face as she watched Alex's legs kick uselessly beneath Karen's restraining grip. “He's certainly putting on quit the performance, Karen,” she said with a chuckle. “But I must say, that color on his bottom is proof you're getting the message through.”

Karen didn't reply, focused on her task. She adjusted the angle slightly, ensuring the wooden spoon struck the lower curves of his cheeks with sharp, deliberate precision. The color deepened with each swat, shifting from crimson to an angry, mottled red.

“Minute five,” Marjorie announced, her tone light and almost amused. “Still plenty of time to go.”

Alex let out a choked sob, his hands clutching desperately at the legs of the flesh. “Mom, please, no more! I'll be good—I swear I'll be good! I’ll never cheat again!”

CRACK! CRACK! The spoon landed directly across the tender crease between his cheeks and thighs, the sharp sting drawing another anguished cry. His sobs became louder and more frantic, his voice breaking as he begged for mercy.

Karen didn't waver. “You'll cry all you need to, Alex, but this punishment will continue until the timer goes off. I hope you're thinking about why you're in this position.”

CRACK! CRACK! She methodically covered every inch of her bare bottom, ensuring no part was spared.

“Minute seven,” Marjorie said, raising an eyebrow at the deep, even hue of Alex’s bottom. “Oh, Karen, I don't think he'll be sitting comfortably for a week. But then again, that’s the point, isn’t it?”

Karen gave a small nod of agreement but didn't break her stride. She continued to bring the spoon down with unwavering precision, alternating between her sit spots and the fleshy curves of her cheeks. Alex's cries turned to incoherent sobs, his body shaking as he accepted the inevitable.

By minute nine, Alex was reduced to a blubbering mess, his face streaked with tears and his voice hoarse from crying. His bottom glowed a deep, even red, the color evidence of the thorough lesson being imparted.

As the timer beeped at the ten-minute mark, Karen finally set the spoon down on the table. Alex slumped over her knee, his sobs wracking his entire body, his legs trembling from the intensity of the punishment.

Karen rubbed her back gently but firmly, her tone softening slightly. “It’s done, Alex. You've taken this punishment, and I hope you've learned something.”

Marjorie leaned forward with a smirk, her tone teasing but laced with approval. “Well, I'll say one thing—if he isn't learning from this, he's a much slower learner than I thought.”

Karen helped Alex stand, his hands flying to his swollen, throbbing bottom. His face burned with pain and humiliation as he avoided Marjorie's gaze, his sobs still hiccupping from his chest. His fingers barely brushed the swollen, throbbing skin before recoiling from the pain. His entire backside felt as though it were on fire, the deep, radiating sting from the wooden spoon making it impossible to stay still. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his legs trembling beneath him as he hopped awkwardly in place, trying desperately to ease the searing ache.

“Ahh! Ow, ow, ow!” he cried, his voice breaking into a high-pitched wail. “It hurts! It hurts so much!”

The skin of his bottom felt impossibly tight, as though every inch had been stretched and inflamed by the relentless punishment. Every movement feels fresh waves of sharp, biting pain through him, and he couldn't stop himself from wincing and wasting with each step. His sobs turned into loud, uncontrollable wails as he clutched at his backside, his face crumpling in raw misery.

Karen stood calmly, her arms crossed as she watched him struggle to cope with the aftermath. “That's the price you pay for your choices, Alex,” she said firmly. “I warned you this would get worse as the day went on.”

Alex turned to her, his tear-streaked face filled with desperation. “Please, Mom, I can’t—” His voice cracked as another sob wracked his chest. “I can't take anything more! Please, no more spankings!”

Karen's expression remained resolute. “You have another spanking coming at noon,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. “And if you don't make significant progress on your chores, I'll make sure it will be even harder than this one.”

At her words, Alex let out a loud, guttural wail, his knees buckling slightly as he bent forward, gripping his knees for support. “Nooo! Please, Mom, please!” he begged, his voice rising in pitch. “I'll do all the chores! I'll do everything perfectly! Just don’t spank me again—I can’t take it!”

But Karen's calm, unwavering expression only made her humiliation feel more acute. “You'll take it, Alex,” she said firmly. “You brought this on yourself, and you'll endure every consequence until your suspension day is over.”

Alex continued to sob loudly, his cries echoing through the kitchen as he danced in place, unable to bear the intensity of the pain in his bottom. Each step smells fresh jolts of heat and sting through his swollen skin, and his movements grew increasingly frantic as he struggled to find relief. He pressed his hands to his face, his sobs muffled as he cried, “I’m sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll be good! I promise I’ll be good!”

Karen pointed toward the door, her voice firm. “Back to your chores, Alex. You have less than an hour until noon, and I expect to see progress.”

Slowly, gingerly, Alex reached for his underpants, still tangled around his ankles, and began to pull them up with trembling hands.

The fabric barely brushed his swollen skin before he hoisted in pain, flinching as the soft cotton scraped over the tender, inflamed surface. Every movement feels sharp jolts of heat and sting radiating through its already punished backside. His sobs caught in his throat, and he hesitated, unsure how to maneuver the waistband over the worst of the damage. Finally, he bent forward slightly, pulling the waistband up as carefully as possible, his face scrunching with effort and discomfort.

Marjorie, who had been watching the entire scene with a smirk, let out a soft chuckle. “Well, well,” she said, crossing her legs and sipping her coffee. “Looks like someone's learning what it means to be a bad boy.”

Alex's face, already bright red from crying, burned even hotter at her words. He avoided her gaze, his head hanging low as he continued the slow, painful task of pulling his underpants into place. He winced again as the fabric settled against his fiery skin, the snug fit a constant reminder of the spanking he had just endured.

Marjorie leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him with mock sympathy. “That's quite a color your mom left you with,” she teased, her tone dripping with amusement. “I'd say she's doing a fine job teaching you a lesson you won't forget anytime soon.”

Alex sniffled loudly, his hands hovering protectively over his bottom as he turned his back to her, unable to meet her gaze. “Please, Mrs. Green…” he whimpered, his voice cracking with shame.

Alex stumbled toward the doorway, his legs shaking as he tried to walk. The friction of his underpants rubbing against his raw, inflamed skin made him whimper with every step, his tears falling freely as he shuffled back to the living room. The knowledge of the spankings still to come hung over him like a dark cloud, amplifying his misery with every passing second.

“You’ve still got plenty of chores to finish,” Karen reminded him, her tone firm once more. “And remember, Alex, the next spanking will be much worse if I don’t see significant progress by noon.”

Alex let out a broken whimper, his hands still clutching his burning bottom as he shuffled toward the cleaning supplies, his legs wobbling. The timer might have stopped, but the lesson—and his humiliation—was far from over.

Marjorie shook her head in amusement as she set her coffee down. “Well, Karen, I have to say, you've really got him figured out. If this doesn’t straighten him out, I don’t know what will.”

Karen crossed her arms, her gaze following Alex as he disappeared down the hall. “By the end of today, he'll know exactly what it means to face the consequences of his actions. That’s a lesson he won’t forget anytime soon.”

Marjorie chuckled, clearly impressed. “I'll say. And by the looks of it, he’s still got a long day ahead of him.”

“He certainly has,” Karen responded.

“Well, thank you for the entertainment, sweetie. I’ll be off now, but you keep it up.”

“I certainly will.”

Chapter 7: Lunch Time

Alex was on his hands and knees in the upstairs bathroom, scrubbing the grout around the base of the toilet with a toothbrush. His eyes were still puffy from crying, his bottom still throbbing from the earlier punishment, and his legs weak with exhaustion. He sniffled occasionally, muttering under his breath about how unfair this all was, but he didn't dare slow down. He knew the consequences if his mother caught him slacking.

Then the clock struck noon, the chime echoing through the house like a hammer to his stomach. Alex Froze, his racing heart.

“Alex!” Karen's voice ranks out from downstairs, firm and command. “Come down here. Now.”

He hesitated for a moment, dreading what awaited him. The spankings had already been unbearable, and the thought of them getting worse was enough to make him tremble. Finally, he took a deep breath and made his way downstairs.

As he reached the living room, his eyes immediately caught sight of something draped over the back of the couch: a heavy leather men's belt. His stomach dropped.

Karen was standing beside the couch, her arms crossed and a neutral expression on her face. She gestured toward the belt. “Do you see that, Alex?”

He nodded wordlessly, his face pale.

“That's what you'll be getting this hour,” she said calmly, her voice steady but firm. “A strapping. And I’ll let you choose: would you like it before or after lunch?”

Alex's knees felt weak, and he stared at her in disbelief. There was no right answer. Both options sounded horrible, but the idea of ​​postponing the inevitable—of having even a few more minutes to prepare himself—felt like his only relief.

“A-After,” he stammered, his voice shaking. “I’ll take it after lunch.”

Karen raised an eyebrow. “Very well. But don't think this means I'll go easy on you. If anything, you've just bought yourself more time to reflect on what's coming.”

Alex gulped, his mouth dry, and nodded. “Yes, Mom.”

“Go wash up and set the table,” Karen instructed. “I’ll have lunch ready shortly.”

Alex turned to leave, but Karen's voice stopped him. “And Alex?”

He turned back to face her, his eyes wide with apprehension.

“Your 1 pm spanking will still happen,” she said pointedly. “So don't think for a second that you're off the hook just because the strapping may start a bit late. If anything, that one will be even worse.”

Tears welled up in Alex's eyes again, but he nodded. “Yes, Mom,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As he shuffled back toward the kitchen to follow his instructions, the image of the belt draped over the couch burned in his mind, a constant reminder of what awaited him. Every step felt heavier, his heart pounding with dread as he realized that mercy was nowhere on the horizon. The long, punishing day was far from over.

——

Alex sat at the kitchen table, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his tender, freshly-spanked bottom pressed against the hard wooden chair. Every movement feels a sharp reminder of his earlier punishment, and the thought of the strapping that awaited him after lunch made his stomach churn. He picked at his food, unable to focus on eating with the belt still draped ominously over the back of the couch in the next room.

Just as he took another reluctant bite, the front door swung open, and he froze mid-chew.

“Mom! I forgot to pack my lunch!” called his younger sister, Lily, as she breezed into the kitchen, followed closely by her best friend, Emma. “So we're just going to eat here!”

Alex's eyes widened in horror as the two girls entered the room, dropping their bags near the doorway. His first instinct was to dart out of his flesh, but he was too late. They'd already seen him sitting at the table, his upper half appearing normal—T-shirt and all—but they hadn't yet realized what he was hiding below.

“Hey, Alex,” Lily said casually, opening the fridge. Emma waved in his direction with a small smile as they began rummaging for food.

Alex's face turned red as he fidgeted in his seat, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. His thin, threadbare underpants were thankfully hidden by the table, but the fear of being discovered made his heart race.

Lily and Emma chatted as they pulled out some leftovers and began preparing plates, still oblivious to the tension radiating from Alex.

But then Lily stepped back toward the table and glanced into the living room. Her brow furrowed as she caught sight of the leather belt draped over the couch.

“What’s with the belt, Mom?” she asked casually, pointing toward it.

Alex nearly choked on his food, coughing as his face turned a deeper shade of crimson.

Karen turned from the stove, her expression calm but firm. “That's for your brother,” she replied matter-of-factly.

Emma, ​​intrigued now, leaned slightly to get a better view of the belt. “For him? What, like… punishment?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Karen answered calmly, her tone unwavering. “Alex got himself suspended from school for cheating on a test. He’s spending the day cleaning the house and receiving regular discipline to make sure he learns his lesson.”

Emma blinked as Lily giggled. Lily knew what was up, and her sudden appearance with Emily was no coincidence.

Emma then smirked, leaning on the table to get a better look at her friend's older brother. “Discipline? Like…spanking?”

Alex's hands shot up defensively. “Can we not talk about this?!”

Emma stifled a laugh, looking between Alex and Karen. “Wait, are you serious? You're actually spanking him, Mrs. Daniel’s?”

Karen crossed her arms. “Yes, I am. His next one is right after lunch. He’ll be getting a strapping with that belt.”

Lily burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Alex! No wonder you look so miserable.”

Alex sank lower in his chair, trying desperately to disappear as Emma joined in with a giggle.

“Maybe you shouldn't cheat, big brother,” Lily teased, her grin wide as she walked over to grab a plate. “Looks like Mom’s making sure you never forget it.”

Emma giggled, nudging Lily with her elbow. “Wow, Mrs. Daniel's, you're really going old-school on him, huh? A strapping with a belt? That’s intense.”

Karen faintly smiled as she set a plate of food on the counter. “Cheating is serious, Emma. I'm making sure Alex understands the consequences of his actions. This isn't something he'll forget anytime soon.”

Emma, ​​emboldened by Karen's casual demeanor, glanced back at the belt draped on the couch, then back at Alex, who was squirming miserably in his chair, his face crimson.

“Well,” Emma said with a smirk, her tone teasing, “can we stay and watch? I mean, not like you're actually gonna let us, but…”

She trailed off, expecting Karen to laugh or wave off the suggestion. Instead, Karen shrugged, her expression calm.

“Sure,” Karen said matter-of-factly. “If you'd like to stay, I don't see why not. It might even teach you both a thing or two about honesty and consequences.”

Alex's head shot up, his eyes wide with panic. “Mom! No! You can’t be serious!”

Karen turned to him, her tone stern. “Alex, you don’t get a say in this. Actions have consequences, and this is part of your punishment. You've already embarrassed this family by cheating at school. A little more embarrassment might help drive the lesson home.”

Lily burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Oh my God, this is the best day ever.”

Emma's face reads up with delighted surprise. “Wait, really? Can we stay?”

“Of course,” Karen said, taking a sip of her drink as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “The strapping will happen right after lunch.. You're very welcome to watch. It will do him good.”

Alex slammed his hands on the table, his face an even deeper shade of red. “Mom! This isn’t fair!”

Karen's gauze hardened. “What's not fair, Alex, is the dishonesty you showed when you cheated. What's not fair is the trust you broke with me and your teachers. So unless you'd like an extra five minutes across the back of that couch for arguing, I suggest you finish your lunch quietly and prepare yourself.”

Emma leaned back in her chair, grinning ear to ear. “Wow, thank you, Mrs. Daniel’s.”

“Don't mention it,” Karen said with a smirk. “Sometimes witnessing a lesson is just as valuable as experiencing it.”

Alex sank back in his chair, tears welling in his eyes again as he realized there was no way out. His cheeks burned with shame, and his sore bottom throbbed as he imagined what was to come. The sound of Lily and Emma's laughter felt like salt in the wound, but he had no choice but to sit there, dread pooling in his stomach, knowing his humiliation was far from over.

Chapter 8: Noon Strapping

Karen set her glass down on the counter and clapped her hands lightly. “Alright, lunch is over. Alex, go bend over the back of the couch and wait for us.”

Alex froze, his fork still halfway to his mouth. “Mom, please…” he started, his voice a mix of desperation and dread.

Karen didn't let him finish. “Now, Alex. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Alex swallowed hard and pushed his chair back reluctantly. As he stood, the sound of Lily and Emma's stifled laughter filled the room.

“Wait a second,” Emma said, her eyes widening in surprise as she pointed at him. “Is he seriously just wearing those?”

Lily burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand as she got a full look at her brother's thin, threadbare tighty-whites. The worn material clung to him awkwardly, barely concealing anything.

“Oh my God, Alex,” Lily teased, doubling over with laughter. “No wonder you were acting so weird earlier! This is too good.”

Alex's face burned crimson as he shuffled awkwardly toward the couch, his hands instinctively reaching back to tug at his underpants, trying to adjust them for some shred of modesty.

The bright red glow of its spanked bottom was clearly visible through the fabric. The marks from the wooden spoons extended past the edges of his underpants and down the tops of his thighs, leaving no doubt about what had happened earlier.

Emma giggled, her gaze following him. “That's quite the look, Alex. You should wear it more often!”

Karen smirked as she began clearing the table, gesturing for the girls to help. “Come on, ladies, let's tidy up quickly so we can get started. Alex will have plenty of time to reflect while he waits for us.”

Alex waddled toward the couch, his steps small and awkward due to the lingering sting and his overwhelming embarrassment. He glanced back once, only to see the girls watching him, their laughter echoing through the kitchen. His stomach twisted in humiliation as he reached the couch and stared at his high, rounded back with dread. His heart pounded in his chest as he hesitated, his hands nervously fidgeting at his sides.

“Go on, Alex,” Karen called from the kitchen, her voice firm and unyielding. “Get yourself into position. Don’t make me come over there and help you.”

Alex swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Lily and Emma's amused stars from the kitchen. His face burned crimson as he awkwardly placed his hands on the top of the couch, trying to figure out how to get over it. The couch back was higher than his waist, and the angle made the task both physically challenging and deeply humiliating.

He took a shaky breath and began to lift himself up, using his arms to hoist his body over the back. The motion made his threadbare underpants stretch taut against his sore, glowing bottom, leaving even less to the imagination for anyone watching.

As he slid forward, his hips finally cleared the top of the couch, forcing his legs to dangle helplessly off the other side, leaving him suspended in an awkward, undignified position.

From the kitchen, Lily snorted with laughter. “Oh my God, Alex, you look ridiculous!”

Emma couldn't suppress her giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. “Yeah, that’s…wow. That’s a new level of embarrassment.”

Alex clenched his fists, his face burning hotter than ever as he squirmed slightly, trying to adjust himself. But the high back of the couch offered no relief. His stomach pressed against the rounded edge, his legs swinging slightly with no way to stabilize himself.

Karen walked into the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she surveyed the scene. She nodded approvingly. “Good. That’s exactly where you need to be.”

She moved closer, her voice calm but commanding. “Stay right there, Alex, and you think about why you're there. We’ll begin shortly.”

Alex whimpered softly, gripping the couch tightly as he felt every pair of eyes focused on him. His position left him completely vulnerable, his glowing red bottom high in the air, the evidence of his earlier punishments starkly visible even through the thin fabric of his underpants.

In the kitchen, Emma leaned over to whisper to Lily, her voice barely audible over the clinking of dishes. “This is the funniest thing I've ever seen. Is your mom really gonna do it with us watching?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Lily replied, grinning. “She's serious about this stuff. Poor Alex doesn’t stand a chance.”

Karen, Lily, and Emma finished clearing the kitchen, their chatter punctuated by giggles and glances toward the living room where Alex remained draped awkwardly over the high back of the couch, his legs dangling helplessly.

——

When they finally walked into the living room, Karen paused, taking in the sight of her son. Alex's trembling body, bent at such a humiliating angle, presented his glowing red bottom, still visible through the stretched, threadbare fabric of his underpants. His dangling legs swung slightly as he gripped the couch's upholstery tightly, his face buried in his arms, trying desperately to block out the reality of his situation.

Karen stood behind him for a moment, her arms crossed, her gaze steady as if weighing a decision. Alex dared a glance at her, his tear-streaked face filled with dread.

“Mom,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Please… not like this. Not in front of them…”

Karen said nothing for a moment, then took a step forward, her expression unreadable. She reached for the waistband of his underpants.

Alex tensed immediately, his whole body stiffening in panic. “No! Mom, please! Of which!”

But Karen's grip was firm, her movements deliberate. She began to tug the waistband downward, peeling the thin fabric away from her skin.

Alex let out a desperate wail of distress as his underpants were lowered to his knees, leaving his already-punished, crimson backside completely bare. He kicked his legs slightly in a futile attempt to resist, but the height of the couch and Karen's firm hand on his lower back ensured he stayed in place.

Emma's eyes widened, and she pressed a hand to her mouth, clearly stifling a laugh. Lily, on the other hand, let out an open burst of laughter. “Oh my God, Mom, you're really going all out with this!”

Karen glanced at her daughter with a raised eyebrow but didn't respond, focusing instead on adjusting Alex's position. She tugged his underpants down just far enough that they bunched at his knees, further limiting his already minimal ability to move.

Alex squirmed helplessly, his face pressed against the couch cushion, his sobs muffled as fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. His bare bottom was now fully exposed to the room, the evidence of his earlier spankings visible in the deep red hue and the marks extending down to the tops of his thighs.

Emma tilted her head, her eyes scanning the glowing red state of Alex's bare bottom with a mixture of shock and amusement. “Wow,” she said, her voice laced with mock sympathy. “Your mom really didn't hold back, did she? I don’t think I’ve never seen anyone’s butt that red before.”

Lily snorted, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. “Yeah, no kidding. Looks like a tomato. And now the belt? Oh, Alex, I don't even want to imagine how much worse that's going to feel.”

Alex let out a muffled sob, his face buried deeper into the couch cushion as he tried to block out their teasing. His legs twitched slightly, his knees pulling together as if to shield himself from their commentary, though his position left him completely exposed.

Emma walked closer, her hands remaining on her hips as she examined the marks. “You know, I almost feel bad for you,” she said lightly. “Almost. But considering how you cheated on a test, I think you kind of earned it.”

Lily burst out laughing again, leaning closer to Emma. “Oh, he definitely earned it. But still… I mean, the belt? That’s going to be brutal.” She won theatrically, though the grin on her face betrayed her amusement. “I hope you're ready for this, Alex, because from the looks of it, you're not sitting down for a week after Mom's done.”

Alex sobbed louder, shaking his head frantically against the couch. “Please! Please, Mom, don't use the belt! I can’t take it!” His voice was hoarse from crying, his desperation palpable.

Karen picked up the belt and looped it in her hand, the leather gleaming under the living room light. She stepped away from Alex, who whimpered gently, his hands gripping the couch for dear life as he tried to steady himself. His bare, crimson bottom was trembling slightly, and his legs dangled uselessly off the back of the couch.

“Lily,” Karen said, turning to her daughter, “set a timer for five minutes, please. I want this strapping to be exact.”

Lily grinned, clearly relishing the moment. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, glancing at Alex's trembling form as she tapped the screen. “Five minutes. Got it, Mom.”

“Let me know the second it starts,” Karen instructed, giving the belt a test snap in her hands that made Alex flinch.

Emma leaned forward in her chair, her grin widening. “Oh, this is going to be good. I don’t think I’ve never seen anyone actually get the belt before.”

Lily laughed, her fingers hovering over the timer. “Well, you're in for a treat. Ready, Mom?”

Karen nodded, her expression calm and focused as she positioned herself behind Alex. “Start the timer.”

Lily tapped the screen, the faint beep of the countdown echoing in the tense silence of the room. “Timer’s on!” she announced cheerfully, sitting back with a smile.

Emma and Lily exchanged a glance, both suppressing grins as the first sharp CRACK of the belt echoed through the room. Alex let out a loud, anguished cry, his legs jerking as the strap landed squarely across his already sore and swollen cheeks.

“Ooh!” Lily exclaimed, raising an eyebrow and leaning back against the wall, “he's definitely going to feel that.”

Emma smirked, shaking her head. “Oh, yeah. Lesson being taught, for sure.”

Karen raised the belt high again, her movements deliberate and steady. “Alex,” she said firmly, “you need to understand the consequences of your actions. This will be thorough, and it will be memorable.”

Before Alex could respond, the belt came down again with a sharp CRACK, landing squarely across the center of his already sore bottom.

Alex let out a loud yelp, his body jerking against the couch as the sting radiated through him.

“That's two,” Karen counted calmly, pausing for just a moment before raising the belt again.

The next strike landed slightly lower, the sound echoing through the room as Alex cried out again. His legs kicked slightly, but the position left him powerless to move.

“Three,” Karen continued, her tone unchanging.

From the side, Lily and Emma watched with wide eyes, the occasional stifled giggle breaking through as Alex squirmed and sobbed.

“Keep an eye on that timer,” Karen reminded Lily as she delivered the next swat, her focus unwavering.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Lily said with a grin. “I'll let you know when it's done. Alex has plenty of time left to enjoy this.”

Alex sobbed openly now, his cries growing louder with each crack of the belt. The sharp pain and humiliation combined into a punishment he knew he would never forget, and the laughter of the onlookers only made it worse. Five minutes would never feel so long.

Karen's arm moved with deliberate precision, the belt landing with sharp, echoing CRACKS across Alex's bare bottom. The room was filled with the sound of leather meeting flesh, Alex's sobbing cries, and the faint giggles of Lily and Emily.

Alex squirmed desperately against the back of the couch, his hands grabbing the upholstery, his toes not even brushing the floor as his legs kicked and flailed. The searing pain was unbearable, and with every stroke, his humiliation deepened, knowing the two girls were watching his every move.

Around the thirtieth stroke, as Karen brought down the belt again, Alex's frantic kicking caught the waistband of his underpants, which had been bunched around his knees. With a particularly wild kick, the thin garment flew off entirely, landing somewhere on the floor behind him.

Emma gasped, covering her mouth as she stifled a laugh. “Oh my God, he just lost them!”

Lily burst out laughing, her hand slapping her knee. “Seriously, Alex? You can’t even keep your underwear on?”

Karen didn't pause, the next CRACK of the belt landing squarely across Alex's exposed bottom, which was now even more on display. “You'll stop kicking this moment, Alex,” she commanded sharply.

But Alex couldn't control himself. The pain was overwhelming, and his failing only grew more desperate. His legs kicked wildly, sometimes spreading apart as he twisted in vain to escape the relentless punishment.

Lily's laughter turned into outright giggles, and Emma leaned forward, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Wow, he's really giving us a show,” she teased, her tone dripping with amusement.

Karen didn't react to their comments, her focus remaining entirely on the punishment. By now, Alex's entire backside was a deep, glowing crimson, the marks from the belt extending well down onto the tops of his thighs. Each stroke landed with the same sharp intensity, and the cumulative pain left Alex sobbing uncontrollably.

“Sixty,” Karen counted calmly, pausing only for a moment before delivering another swat.

“Mom!” Alex choked out between sobs, “please, I c-can’t—ahhh!”

“Seventy,” Karen continued, her tone firm but measured. “You're going to learn, Alex. No more apologies.”

Alex's legs kicked again, spreading wide for a moment as he twisted against the couch. The sudden movement left nothing to the imagination, and Lily snorted loudly, covering her mouth as her laughter grew uncontrollable.

“Alex!” Lily said between laughs. “I don't think there's a single part of you we haven't seen now!”

Emma joined in, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Honestly, this is the most entertaining thing I've ever seen. Poor Alex!”

Karen finally glanced at the timer. “Ninety seconds left,” she said, raising the belt again. “Plenty of time to make sure this lesson sticks.”

By the time the timer beeped, signaling the end of the five minutes, Karen had delivered a total of 104 strokes. Alex hung limply over the couch, his entire body trembling, his face wet with tears and his cries reduced to soft, broken sobs. His glowing red bottom bore the unmistakable evidence of his punishment, and the humiliation of his exposure left him utterly defeated.

Karen set the belt down on the couch with a calm expression. “You can stand up, Alex,” she said, her tone firm but final. “But we're not done for the day. You still have chores to finish, and your 1 pm spanking is coming soon.”

Alex whimpered gently, but he didn't dare argue as he shakily pulled himself upright, the laughter of Lily and Emma still ringing in his ears.

Alex lay limply over the couch for a moment, his breath coming in shaky gasps, his whole body trembling from the punishment. His bottom throbbed with a fiery intensity, and his mind was swimming in a haze of pain and humiliation.

“Alex,” Karen's calm, authoritative voice cut through her haze. “Get up and fetch your underwear. You’re not standing around bare for the rest of the day.”

Alex groaned softly, his face still buried in his hands, but he knew better than to argue. Slowly, he began to push himself upright, his arms weak and trembling as he lifted his torso off the high back of the couch. The effort was awkward and clumsy, its sore bottom making every movement an ordeal.

As he slid himself back down to the floor, the reality of his situation hit him again. He was completely bare from the waist down, standing in the living room in front of his mom, his sister, and her giggling friend, Emma. His face burned with humiliation as he kept his hands in front of him, trying in vain to shield himself.

“Go on,” Karen said, her tone firm but patient. “Pick up your underwear and put them back on.”

Alex glanced around the room, his cheeks burning hotter as he spotted the thin garment crumpled on the floor a few feet away. It must have landed there when he kicked it off mid-punishment.

Lily, perched on the armrest of the chair, smirked as she followed his gaze. “Oh, there they are,” she teased, pointing. “Better hurry, Alex. Wouldn’t want to lose them again.”

Emma snickered, covering her mouth. “Yeah, Alex. Go get them. We’re all waiting.”

Alex whimpered softly, his hands still awkwardly hovering in front of him as he shuffled toward the underpants. The sting in his bottom made walking difficult, and he moved stiffly, each step feeling like an eternity as the girls' laughter filled the room.

Finally, he reached the small heap of fabric and bent down to pick it up. The motion caused him to wince, the bending stretching his sore skin painfully. Worse, the movement momentarily exposed him even more, and he could hear another round of stifled giggles behind him.

“Good view, Alex,” Lily quipped, her voice laced with teasing.

“Yeah,” Emma added with a smirk. “You should bend like that often more.”

Alex's face burned impossibly red as he straightened up, clutching the underpants in his hands. The thin, threadbare material felt flimsy and inadequate as he fumbled to pull them back on, his movements jerky and awkward under the weight of their gazes.

Karen crossed her arms, watching him with a stern expression. “Hurry up, Alex. We don’t have all day.”

He managed to get the waistband up over his thighs, wincing as the fabric slid into place over his tender, glowing red bottom. The fit was snug, the worn material clinging tightly to his skin and doing little to hide the evidence of his punishment.

When he finally finished, he stood there awkwardly, his hands clenched at his sides, avoiding everyone's gaze.

“Good,” Karen said briskly. “Now get back to your chores. You still have plenty to do before 1 pm, and the next spanking will be worse if I don’t see progress.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he shuffled out of the room, his face still bright red.

Behind him, Lily and Emma burst into laughter again, their voices echoing through the house.

“This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen,” Emma said, leaning over to whisper to Lily. “I can't believe he has to go through all of this.”

“Believe it,” Lily replied with a grin. “This is just how Mom is. And trust me, Alex has a long day ahead of him.”

Karen simply shook her head, her stern expression softening slightly as she watched Alex retreat to his chores. “It’s not about the laughter,” she said firmly. “It's about the lesson. And by the end of the day, Alex will have learned it.”

Chapter 9: The 1pm Spanking

Karen glanced at the clock as it ticked closer to 1 pm The living room was still alive with quiet giggles and whispered conversations between Lily and Emma, ​​both of whom had stayed behind, given their period after lunch was a spare. Karen decided it was time to ensure Alex stayed on schedule.

“Alex!” she called out firmly, her voice echoing through the house.

From upstairs, there was a moment of hesitation before Alex appeared at the top of the staircase, clutching the railing nervously. His eyes were wide, and his face flushed as he shuffled down the stairs, every step stiff and reluctant.

“Mom, please,” Alex began, his voice cracking as he reached the bottom step. “Please, don’t spank me again. I'm sorry. I’ll do whatever you say—just, please…”

Karen crossed her arms, her expression calm but unyielding. “Alex, we've been over this. You're being punished for a reason, and part of that punishment is consistency. However…” She paused, tapping her finger against her arm as though considering.

Alex perked up slightly, hope flickering in his eyes. “However…?”

Karen sighed. “Given it hasn't been that long since your strapping, if you behave yourself and do exactly as you're told, I'm willing to let you off with a lighter punishment this time—just a little over-the-knee hand spanking. Nothing more.”

Alex nodded eagerly, his hands clasped in front of him. “Yes, yes, please! I’ll behave, Mom, I swear!”

A moment later, Alex appeared at the edge of the room, his face pale and his body tense. He hesitated, grabbing the doorframe, clearly dreading what was coming.

Karen turned to him. “Good. Now here’s what’s going to happen.” She turned to Lily, who had been watching the exchange with a growing smirk.

“Lily,” Karen said, “you’ll handle this spanking.”

Lily blinked in surprise, then grinned broadly. “Wait, me? Seriously?”

“Yes,” Karen replied matter-of-factly. “One day, you may well have children of your own, and you'll need to know how to discipline them properly. This will be good practice.”

Alex's eyes widened in horror, and he took a step back. “Mom, no! She can’t—she—”

“Alex,” Karen said sharply, her tone brooking no argument. “You agreed to behave, and this is part of it. You will obey, or I'll change my mind and give you a ten minute strapping. Do you understand me?”

Alex gulped, his face burning with humiliation as he nodded reluctantly. “Y-Yes, Mom.”

Karen gestured to the spanking chair. “Lily, sit down. I’ll guide you through it.”

Lily strolled to the chair with an eager spring in her step, plopping down and patting her lap with mock enthusiasm. “Alright, big brother. Time to learn your lesson!”

Karen guided Alex forward, placing a firm hand on his shoulder to prevent him from backing away. “Over her lap, Alex. Now.”

Alex's mind raced as he found himself being guided forward by his mother, his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation of being spanked was already unbearable, but the thought of being punished by Lily, his fourteen-year-old sister, in front of her friend Emma was almost too much to comprehend. His face burned, his hands trembling as he resisted every instinct to run out of the room.

How did it come to this? he thought desperately, his eyes darting toward the smirking faces of Lily and Emma. She's my little sister. She's not supposed to be in charge of me. This is insane!

He hesitated as he reached the side of the chair, looking down at Lily's grinning face. She seemed to be savoring every second of his humiliation, her hand patting her lap mockingly as if daring him to resist. Emma sat on the couch nearby, her arms crossed and her grin as wide as Lily's, clearly relishing the spectacle.

“Come on, Alex,” Lily teased, her voice sing-song. “Let's not waste time. Mom said over my lap. Or do you want the strapping instead?”

Alex's jaw clenched as his gaze darted to his mother, who stood nearby with her arms crossed, her expression calm but resolute. There was no escape. He knew that if he refused, the punishment would only get worse—and he couldn't bear the thought of the belt again.

With a shaky breath, he shuffled closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His legs felt like lead as he awkwardly bent forward, lowering himself over Lily's lap. The position was humiliating beyond words, his much larger frame draped over his younger sister's thighs like a scolded child. He could feel her legs shift beneath him as she adjusted her position, and the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

I'm over my little sister's lap. My little sister is going to spank me, he thought miserably, fresh tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. This is the most humiliating thing that's ever happened to me.

“Wow,” Lily said, her voice bridging with amusement as she shifted her weight. “You're heavier than I thought, Alex. You might want to lay off the snacks if you're going to keep ending up in this position.” She giggled, and Alex's face burned even hotter as Emma laughed along with her.

Emma leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “You’ve really got him, Lily. Look at him squirm already, and you haven’t even started yet.”

Alex bit his lip, his hands gripping the legs of the chair as he tried to block out their teasing. But the vulnerability of the position was impossible to ignore

Karen's voice cuts through the room, calm and authoritative. “Lily, lower her underwear now.”

His heart plummeted, and his face burned even hotter as the words sank in. “No, Mom, please!” he wailed, his voice cracking with desperation. “Not her—she can't—please, don't make her do that!”

Karen didn't budget, her tone unyielding. “Alex, you are being punished, and you agreed to follow instructions. If you make this difficult, I'll take over myself and it won't be just a hand spanking. Do you understand?”

Alex buried his face in his hands, his body trembling as fresh tears welled up in his eyes. He nodded weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes, Mom.”

Lily, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear. “Oh, this just keeps getting better,” she said, her voice full of mock excitement. She reached for the waistband of Alex's underpants, her fingers brushing against the thin fabric.

Alex squirmed instinctively, his hands gripping the legs of the flesh tightly. “Please, Lily, don’t…” he begged, his voice muffled by the couch cushion. But his protests fell on deaf ears.

“Hold still, Alex,” Karen instructed firmly. “Lily, go ahead.”

Lily hooked her fingers into the waistband of Alex's underpants, tugging gently at first. But as she slid them downward, the waistband snagged awkwardly on the forehead, catching against his genitals. Alex gasped in horror, his body jerking slightly as he let out a panicked cry.

“Stop squirming, Alex!” Lily said, laughing as she tugged again, only for the waistband to remain stuck. “Geez, you're doing this harder than it has to be.”

Karen sighed, her tone calm but commanding. “Alex, lift your hips so your sister can lower them properly.”

Alex whimpered, his face burned hotter than ever as he shook his head against the cushion. “Mom, no! Please, this is so embarrassing…”

“Lift your hips, Alex,” Karen repeated sharply. “Now.”

Alex let out a shaky sob, his whole body trembling as he slowly raised his hips, the humiliation of the situation suffocating him. He winced as Lily's fingers reached beneath him, fumbling to unhook the waistband. As she worked, her fingers accidentally brushed against his genitals, and Alex let out a loud, strangled gasp, his legs twitching involuntarily.

“Oh, relax,” Lily said with a smirk, clearly trying to stifle a laugh. “Just hold still already so I can get these down.”

Emma, ​​sitting on the couch, burst into laughter, doubling over with delight. “Oh my God, Lily! This is too much. Poor Alex—he’s never going to live this down.”

Lily giggled as she finally freed the waistband, sliding Alex's underpants down over his burning, crimson backside. She tugged them down to his knees with an exaggerated flourish, leaving him fully exposed. “Here we go! All set.”

Alex's face burned with humiliation as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. He pressed his face deeper into the couch cushion, his muffled sobs filling the room. His bare bottom, glowing a deep red from his earlier punishments, was now completely on display, and he felt utterly powerless.

“Oh my God,” Lily said, feigning shock. “Your butt looks even worse up close! That’s gotta hurt.” She giggled, clearly enjoying herself, while Emma burst out laughing on the couch.

“Wow,” Emma chimed in, leaning forward for a better look. “You weren't kidding, Lily. That's one sore bottom. I almost feel bad for him.” She paused, smirking. “Almost.”

Alex's face was buried in his hands, but even that couldn't muffle his loud, humiliated sobs, his whole body shaking as the full weight of the situation settled over him. His fourteen-year-old sister, his kid sister, had just pulled down his underpants in front of her friend and was about to spank him like a misbehaving toddler. It was beyond humiliating—beyond anything he could have imagined.

Karen stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Alex's lower back to steady him. “Lily, you'll use a firm, consistent hand. Make sure he feels every swat, and don't let up until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?”

Lily nodded eagerly, her grin widening as she adjusted her position. “Got it, Mom. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure he learns his lesson.” She patted Alex's bare bottom lightly, causing him to flinch. “Ready, big brother? This is 'gonna really sting over that already cherry red butt!”

Alex let out a muffled cry, his body tensing as he braced himself for the first swat. His humiliation was complete, but the worst was yet to come.

Lily raised her hand, her demeanor surprisingly serious, and glanced down at Alex's glowing backside before delivering the first firm swat.

SMACK!

Alex yelped, his legs twitching slightly as the sting spread through his skin.

Emma cackled, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Oh, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen! Lily, you're a natural!”

“Thanks,” Lily said with a small grin, raising her hand for another swat. “But I think I've got a lot to learn. Don’t worry, Alex—I’ll keep practicing.”

Karen observed Lily's progress with a critical eye, her arms crossed as she stood nearby. The spanking had started well enough, with Lily delivering firm, steady swats to Alex's glowing red bottom, but something was missing.

“Lily,” Karen interjected calmly, her tone instructive, “remember, you need to scold him as you spank. Discipline isn't just about the physical punishment; it’s about making sure he understands why he’s being punished.”

Lily paused mid-swat, her hand hovering over Alex's quivering backside. “Oh, right. Got it, Mom.”

Alex whimpered, his face buried in his hands. “No, please, don’t…”

Karen ignored his protests, nodding to Lily. “Go ahead. Tell him exactly why he’s over your lap right now.”

Lily straightened up slightly, her face taking on a serious expression as she raised her hand again. “Alright, Alex,” she began, her tone a mix of authority and amusement. “You're getting this spanking because you cheated on a test. You were dishonest, and you embarrassed Mom and me. Do you understand that?”

SMACK!

Alex yelped, his legs twitching as the sting from the swat spread across his already sore skin. “Y-Yes, I understand!” he choked out.

“Good,” Lily said, landing another firm swat. SMACK! “Because this isn't just about the test, Alex. It’s about being dishonest and thinking you could get away with it.”

SMACK!

Emma, ​​still seated nearby, giggled behind her hand. “Wow, Lily, you're really getting into this. You sound like a teacher already!”

Lily smirked but kept her focus on Alex. “That's because I am teaching him,” she said, raising her hand for another swat. “Alex, do you think it's okay to cheat? To make Mom clean up your mess?”

SMACK!

Alex squirmed over her lap, his sobs growing louder. “N-No, it’s not okay! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry isn't enough,” Lily said, her voice firm as she delivered another round of swats. SMACK! SMACK! “You have to prove you've learned your lesson, and until then, you're going to get exactly what you deserve.”

Karen smiled approvingly, nodding at Lily's growing confidence. “Very good, Lily. Keep going. Make sure he feels every word you’re saying.”

“Yes, Mom,” Lily replied, her hand continuing to land sharp, stinging swats as she kept up her scolding.

Alex was a sobbing, squirming mess by the time Lily finally paused, her hand remaining lightly on his back. Karen stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on her daughter's shoulder.

“Well done, Lily,” Karen said. “It was an excellent start. I think you've got a real talent for this.”

Lily beamed, patting Alex's back with mock sympathy. “Thanks, Mom. I guess Alex really brought out my inner disciplinarian.”

Karen gave a small, approving smile but quickly turned her attention back to Alex, who was a blubbering mess draped over Lily's lap. His shoulders shook with each sob, his hands gripping the chair's legs tightly, and his bright red bottom twitched involuntarily under the lingering sting of Lily's firm swats.

“Alright, Lily,” Karen said, her tone calm but firm, “I want you to finish him off with a bit more intensity. Make sure he feels this punishment all the way to his core. He’s got to understand that dishonesty will never be tolerated.”

Lily perked up at the directive, her grin widening as she glanced at Alex's glowing, crimson cheeks. “You got it, Mom.” She adjusted her position slightly, straightening her back and placing her hand firmly on Alex's lower back to hold him steady.

Alex sobbed into the couch cushion, his voice cracking as he pleaded, “No, please, Mom! Lily, please, I've learned my lesson—I swear! I can’t take anymore!”

Karen didn't waver, stepping to the side and crossing her arms. “You'll take exactly what you've earned, Alex. No more, no less. Lily, go ahead.”

Lily raised her hand, her expression a mixture of focus and amusement. She brought it down hard across the center of Alex's already-tender bottom. SMACK!

Alex let out a loud, high-pitched wail, his legs jerking beneath him as the pain reigned with fresh intensity. Lily wasted no time, following up with another sharp swat to the lower curve of her cheeks. SMACK!

“Alex,” Lily began, her voice taking on a more commanding tone, “this is what happens when you cheat and embarrass the family. Do you think you’re too old to be disciplined?”

SMACK! Her hand landed squarely on his sit spots, drawing another anguished cry from Alex. He shook his head frantically, his voice breaking through his sobs. “N-No, I’m not too old! I'm sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Lily smirked slightly, her confidence growing as she delivered another firm swat. SMACK! “Good, because if you ever think about cheating again, you'll be right back here over my lap—or worse.”

Emma, ​​still seated on the couch, chuckled as she watched the scene unfold. “Wow, Lily, you're really laying it on thick. Poor Alex doesn’t even know what hit him.”

“Oh, he knows,” Lily replied, her voice light but firm as she delivered another round of stinging swats. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “And if he doesn’t now, he definitely will by the time I’m done.”

Karen watched closely, nodding with approval as Lily's swats grew harder and more deliberate. “That’s it, Lily. Focus on the lower part of his cheeks and his sit spots. That's where it'll hurt the most when he tries to sit down later.”

Lily followed her mother's instructions, adjusting her aim to target the tender areas where Alex's thighs met his bottom. Each swat landed with a sharp, resounding crack that echoed through the room. SMACK! SMACK!

Alex howled, his voice rising in desperation as he kicked his legs weakly beneath her. “Please, Lily! Please, stop! I can't take it anymore! I'll be good—I promise!”

Lily didn't relent, her hand continuing to deliver firm, stinging swats. “You're going to remember this every time you sit down, Alex. Every single time.”

Karen stepped forward, placing a hand on Lily's shoulder. “Alright, that's enough for now. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Lily stopped mid-swat, letting out an exaggerated sign of mock disappointment. “Well, I guess that's it for now, big brother. But don’t worry—I’ll be ready if Mom ever needs me to step in again.” She smirked as she placed her hands on Alex's sides and gave him a little shove. “Alright, off you go, big brother,” she said cheerfully, pushing him off her lap.

Caught off guard, Alex tumbled ungracefully to the floor with a startled yelp. His underpants, still tangled around his calves, made it impossible for him to steady himself. He landed awkwardly on his side, the sting of his freshly spanked bottom flaring up as he hit the floor. Immediately, his hands flew to his underpants in a desperate attempt to pull them up, but his frantic movements only made things worse.

As he squirmed on the floor, his bare genitals were momentarily exposed, drawing a fresh burst of giggles from Lily and Emma.

“Oh my God!” Emma gasped between laughs, clutching her stomach as she doubled over. “Alex, you're a mess! This is too much!”

Lily, still seated in the chair, leaned back with a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Wow, Alex,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You'd think with all the practice you're getting today, you'd at least know how to pull your underwear up properly.”

Karen stood nearby, arms crossed, an amused smile playing at her lips. She shook her head slightly, clearly more entertained by the scene than disapproving. “Lily, I must say, you have quite the disciplinary instincts for someone your age,” she remarked with a chuckle.

“Thanks, Mom,” Lily replied, beaming. “I just want to make sure he really learns his lesson. Right, Alex?”

Alex groaned, his face burning with humiliation as he continued to fumble with his underpants, which had twisted awkwardly around his knees. Every tug smells a fresh jolt of pain through its tender, reddened bottom, making the task even harder. “Stop laughing!” he wailed, his voice cracking as he glanced at the girls through teary eyes. “It’s not funny!”

“Oh, it's hilarious,” Emma said, wiping tears of laughter from her cheeks. “Come on, Alex, you're making this way too easy for us.”

Alex finally managed to yank his underpants up over his knees, pulling them the rest of the way into place with trembling hands. His face was scarlet as he scrambled to his feet, his sore bottom making every movement awkward and painful. As he stood, he could feel the cool air against his skin, the humiliating outline of his genitals painfully obvious through the worn material. His mind raced with disbelief as he replayed the mortifying moment just a few seconds ago—his sister and Emma had seen everything. Everything .

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the floor to avoid their gazes, but the giggles that erupted from the girls only added to his misery.

“Oh my God,” Emma said, barely able to contain her laughter. “Alex, you seriously need to go underwear shopping. Those things are practically see-through!”

Lily, still seated in the chair, leaned forward with a smirk. “Yeah, seriously, Alex. I mean, if you're going to end up in situations like this, you might want to invest in something a little less… revealing.” She chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced at the worn-out waistband. “Honestly, I'm surprised they haven't fallen apart already.”

Alex's hands twitched at his sides, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the fabric tightly, his face somehow growing even redder. “Shut up,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, but it only made the girls laugh harder.

Karen, watching the scene unfold, shook her head with a soft chuckle. She didn't intervene, clearly more amused than anything. “Alright, girls, that's enough,” she said lightly, though her tone lacked real sternness. “Alex has had enough humiliation—well, for now, at least.”

“Now off to do your chores, Alex,” said his mom. “You're due your next spanking at 2pm. That's in just 50 minutes. Think about that as you clean.”

“Yes, Mom,” he mumbled, avoiding everyone's gaze as he shuffled toward the doorway.

As Alex disappeared from the room, Karen turned to Lily with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You know, Lily, you seem to have quite a knack for this. If you ever decide to be a parent one day, I think you'll have the discipline side of things all figured out.”

Chapter 10: The 2pm Spanking

The clock struck 2 pm, and Alex flinched at the sound, his stomach twisting into knots. Just as he feared, his mother's voice echoed through the house.

“Alex! Come to my bedroom!”

He set down the broom he'd been using to sweep the hallway and took a shaky breath. The sting from the earlier punishments still lingered, his tender bottom reminding him of every swat and stroke. The thought of another spanking made his legs feel like lead as he slowly made his way to her room.

When he entered, Karen was already seated on a low chair in front of her vanity. In her hand, she held a sturdy wooden hairbrush, its polished surface gleaming ominously in the soft light. Beside her, a small digital timer rested on the table, set to ten minutes.

“Mom, please,” Alex began immediately, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please, don’t. I've been working so hard. Please…”

Karen raised an eyebrow, her expression calm but firm. “Alex, we've been over this. Every hour on the hour, until all the chores are done.” She gestured toward the timer. “Have you finished everything on your list?”

Alex swallowed hard, his face falling as he hesitated. “N-No, Mom,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Karen nodded knowingly, her grip on the hairbrush tightening. “Then you know what happens. Get ready.”

Alex's eyes darted to the polished wooden hairbrush in his mom's hand, and his stomach churned with dread. He took a small step back, his hands clenching nervously at his sides. “Mom, please… no more,” he begged, his voice trembling. “I can't… I can't take it anymore. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”

Karen sighed, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him. “Have you, Alex?” she asked calmly. “Let’s talk about that.”

Alex blinked, confused by the sudden shift in tone. “W-what do you mean?”

Karen leaned forward, resting the hairbrush on her lap. “Let's start from the beginning. Why are you being punished today?”

Alex's shoulders slumped, his face burning with shame. “Because… because I cheated on my test.”

Karen nodded. “That's right. You cheated. And why is that wrong?”

“Because it's dishonest,” Alex mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor.

“And what happened when you got caught?” Karen continued, her voice steady.

“I got suspended,” Alex replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Karen raised an eyebrow. “And what does a suspension mean in this house, Alex? A holiday? A day off to relax?”

Alex shook his head quickly, his hands fidgeting nervously. “No, Mom. It’s… it’s a day of punishment.”

“Exactly,” Karen said firmly. “A day to face the consequences of your actions. And what did I say about how this punishment would go?”

Alex hesitated, his throat tightening. “That… that I’d be spanked every hour until my chores were done.”

Karen picked up the hairbrush and tapped it lightly against her palm, her eyes locked on Alex. “And have I been consistent in enforcing that?”

“Yes,” Alex admitted, his voice cracking. “You have.”

“And why do you think that’s important?” Karen asked, her tone growing sharper.

Alex fidgeted, his face burning with humiliation. “Because…because I need to learn my lesson.”

Karen nodded again, her expression unyielding. “And have you learned it yet, Alex? Is the day finished? Have you proven to me that you understand the consequences of dishonesty?”

Alex swallowed hard, his eyes darting back to the hairbrush. “I...I'm trying, Mom. I really am…”

Karen leaned forward slightly, her gauze piercing. “Then let me ask you this: do you think a lesson like this is learned halfway through? Do you think you’ve done enough to earn leniency, or do you think you still have work to do?”

Alex hesitated, his lower lip trembling. He wanted desperately to argue, to plead for mercy, but he knew it would only make things worse. Finally, he shook his head. “I…I still have work to do.”

“That's right,” Karen said, her voice softening slightly. “And until that work is done, we will continue as planned. Every hour, on the hour, until you've truly learned your lesson. Now, Alex…” She held up the hairbrush, her expression expectant. “What do you need to do?”

Alex's heart sank as he realized what she wanted. His face flushed crimson as he avoided her gaze, his hands trembling at his sides. “Mom, please…” he whispered, his voice cracking.

Karen's tone grew sharper. “What do you need to do, Alex?”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he finally looked at her, his voice breaking as he choked out the words. “I…I need to get spanked.”

Karen nodded, her expression unyielding. “Go on, then, ask for it.”

Alex swallowed hard, his voice barely audible as he said, “Mom, please…please spank me.”

Karen's gaze remained fixed on Alex as he stood trembling before her, his face red with humiliation and dread. She held the hairbrush firmly in her hand, its polished wooden surface gleaming ominously in the soft light.

“Now, Alex,” she said calmly, though her tone carried a weight that made her stomach twist. “Do you think this should be just a few light taps to make you feel better? Or do you think it should be a serious spanking—one that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember for the rest of your life?”

Alex's eyes widened in panic, his breath hitching as he took a half-step back. His mind raced for an answer, but no matter what he said, he knew there was no escaping what was coming. His voice trembled as he stammered, “P-please, Mom… I… I don’t know…”

Karen's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone sharpening. “Think carefully, Alex. Do you want to leave this punishment half-finished, only to risk repeating the same mistakes again? Or do you want today to be a time when you truly learn your lesson, once and for all?”

Tears welled in Alex's eyes as he glanced at the hairbrush, his sore, reddened bottom already throbbing at the thought of what was to come. He knew the answer she wanted, and deep down, he knew she was right. If he didn't accept the full punishment, he'd only be prolonging the inevitable.

Finally, his voice cracked as he whispered, “A serious spanking, Mom… one that will teach me a lesson.”

Karen nodded, her expression resolved. “That's the right answer, Alex. This isn't about punishing you for the sake of it—it's about making sure you understand the consequences of your actions and never make these mistakes again. Now get ready, you know what I expect.”

Alex's hands moved to the waistband of his underpants, his face burning with shame as he slowly pushed them down to his knees. The humiliation of baring himself had grown no easier over the course of the day, but he knew better than to resist.

Karen watched silently as he stepped closer, his head hanging low, his tear-streaked face a vivid picture of defeat. She gestured to her lap, her tone matter-of-fact. “Over.”

Alex shuffled forward, his bare legs trembling as he lowered himself over her lap. The low height of the chair made the position even more awkward and vulnerable. His reddened bottom, still showing marks from the earlier punishments, was once again in prime position.

Karen adjusted him slightly, ensuring he was secure before picking up the timer. She pressed the start button, and the faint beep signaled the beginning.

“Ten minutes,” she said firmly, raising the hairbrush. “You know why you're here, Alex. You've made your choices, and this is the consequence.”

The first sharp CRACK of the hairbrush landed across the center of his bottom, and Alex let out a loud yelp, his legs twitching involuntarily. Karen didn't pause, delivering another swat with the same steady force.

CRACK!

CRACK!

“Have you learned yet that cheating and dishonesty are unacceptable?” Karen asked, her voice calm but firm.

“Yes, Mom!” Alex sobbed, his hands gripping the legs of the chair for support.

Karen shifted her focus to the tender underside of his cheeks, each swat drawing fresh cries from Alex as he squirmed helplessly over her lap.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Alex sobbed openly, his tears soaking the carpet as he writheed in pain and humiliation. The timer ticked down agonizingly slowly, each second feeling like an eternity as Karen continued her methodical punishment.

By the second minute of the spanking, the wooden hairbrush was doing its job with almost scientific precision, its sharp cracks landing with unwavering consistency across Alex's already crimson, swollen backside. Karen wielded it methodically, ensuring no part of his bottom escaped attention. Every strike was deliberate, calculated, and aimed to leave a lasting impression—not just on his skin, but on his mind.

The earlier spankings of the day had primed his nerves perfectly, with each hour allowing just enough time for the numbness to wear off, leaving him painfully aware of every fresh swat. The rhythm of the hairbrush against his tender skin was unrelenting, the sting building with each strike until it became a deep, searing ache that left Alex sobbing uncontrollably.

Karen's voice cut through the sound of Alex's wails with calm authority, her tone steady and almost detached, as though delivering a lesson in discipline as much as a punishment. “Every hour, Alex,” she said firmly, her grip on the hairbrush steady. “The schoolday is still ongoing, and just because you're suspended doesn't mean you get a break. You thing to cheat. And now, you're learning the consequences of that choice.”

CRACK! CRACK! The hairbrush landed on the tender crease where Alex's bottom met his thighs, the most sensitive area yet to be targeted this go round. Alex let out a loud, anguished cry, his legs jerking involuntarily even as Karen held him firmly in place. Her grip on his lower back kept him steady, ensuring he couldn't squirm away from the discipline.

“Your dishonesty and laziness put you here, Alex,” she continued, her tone unwavering. “And this isn't just about punishment. This is about ensuring you'll never make the same mistake again.”

The spanking was relentless, the strikes falling with precision, each one designed to remind him of the gravity of his actions. Karen alternated between the fleshy curves of her cheeks, the lower sit spots, and the tender areas in between, her strikes measured and deliberate. The polished wooden surface of the hairbrush left its mark with each resounding CRACK, turning the crimson hue of its bottom into a deep, mottled red.

Karen glanced at the timer as it ticked toward the halfway point, her strikes steady and deliberate. The faint beep marking minute five signaled no reprieve for Alex, who was sobbing openly, his voice breaking into high-pitched wails. His hands gripped the legs of the flesh tightly, his knuckles white as he tried to endure the unrelenting pain.

“You still have five minutes, Alex,” Karen stated plainly, her voice calm but firm. “Five more minutes to think about why you're here and why you'll never allow yourself to make these choices again.”

CRACK! CRACK! She adjusted her aim slightly, focusing on the tender lower curves of her cheeks where the pain would be most memorable. The hairbrush struck with precision, each swat leaving behind a deep, throbbing sting that Alex would carry with him for hours—if not days. His cries grew louder, his body trembling as he writhed helplessly over her lap.

The timer ticked on, each second feeling like an eternity as Karen continued her methodical work. Her strikes were measured and purposeful, never rushed but never hesitant. This wasn't just a spanking—it was a carefully calibrated lesson in discipline, designed to ensure Alex would carry the memory of it every time he sat down, every time he thought about taking a shortcut in life.

By minute seven, Alex's sobs had turned into incoherent wails, his voice hoarse from crying as he pleaded for mercy. But Karen remained focused, her expression resolved as she continued the punishment. She knew the pain was unbearable, but she also knew that only by pushing through it would Alex truly understand the gravity of his actions.

“You'll think about this every time you sit, Alex,” Karen said, her tone even as she delivered another sharp CRACK. “Every time you're tempted to cheat, every time you consider being dishonest. You’ll remember this moment, and you’ll make the right choice.”

As minute eight began, Alex was already a sobbing, trembling wreck over Karen's lap, his crimson bottom throbbing with pain from the relentless spanking. But Karen, ever thorough in her discipline, knew the lesson wasn't yet complete. She paused briefly, her firm grip on Alex's lower back ensuring he couldn't move.

“Stay still, Alex,” Karen instructed, her tone calm but unyielding. “We need to make sure this lesson reaches every part of you.”

Alex let out a broken sob, his body stiffening in panic as Karen adjusted his position. Sliding him slightly forward, she repositioned him to straddle his left leg. Then, with deliberate care, she hooked her right leg over one of her ankles, pulling her legs apart and spreading them wider. The humiliating position left him completely exposed, his most private areas now fully vulnerable to her discipline.

“Mom, no!” Alex wailed, his voice rising in desperation as he tried to twist away. “Please, don’t like this! I'll be good—I promise!”

Karen ignored his protests, her hand firmly gripping his hip to keep him steady. “You made your choices, Alex,” she said firmly, “and now you're facing the consequences. This is part of learning accountability. Every corner of your dishonesty is being addressed, and that includes the parts you want to hide.”

His face burned hotter than ever, the humiliation nearly eclipsing the pain. His genitals, completely uncovered, rested on his mother's thigh as if served up on a platter, a stark and unavoidable reminder of his vulnerability. He tried to shift, to squirm away, but Karen's grip on his lower back and her leg hooked over his ankle ensured he stayed firmly in place.

Without further hesitation, Karen reached down with her left hand, her fingers gently but firmly pulling her cheeks apart. Alex Froze, a fresh wave of mortification washing over him as he realized just how exposed he was. His sobs turned into choked gasps, his face burning with humiliation.

“No, Mom, please!” he begged, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face. “Don’t do this—I can’t—I can’t take it!”

Karen remained resolute, her voice calm as she raised the hairbrush with her free hand. “You brought this on yourself, Alex. And the only way to truly learn is to face it completely.”

CRACK! The hairbrush landed squarely on the tender inner crease of his cleft, drawing a loud, anguished wail from Alex. The sensitive area felt the sharp sting of the brush with unbearable intensity.

CRACK! CRACK! Karen struck again, her aim precise as she targeted the delicate, exposed skin. Alex's body jerked uncontrollably, his cries echoing through the room. The mortification of being so fully exposed, combined with the fiery pain, was more than he could bear.

“Hold still, Alex,” she said firmly, her tone calm but commanding. “I need to make sure every part of you understands this lesson.”

She raised the hairbrush again and brought it down sharply. CRACK! The wooden brush again struck the tender crease between his cheeks, and Alex let out a loud, anguished wail. The pain seared through him, sharp and unbearable, made worse by the sheer humiliation of his position.

CRACK! CRACK! The strikes continued, this time landing on the soft, sensitive skin along his inner thighs. Alex's legs twitched helplessly, the spread position making every swat feel sharper, more intimate, and more excruciating. His sobs turned to desperate, pleading cries as he struggled to cope with the unbearable sting and the shame of his exposure.

“Stop squirming, Alex,” Karen commanded, her voice calm but unyielding as she delivered another sharp CRACK to the crease of his thighs. “This position ensures that every part of your behavior is addressed. You'll remember this lesson, not just today, but every time you even think about being dishonest again.”

Each swat of the hairbrush landed with a resounding CRACK, targeting the most tender and sensitive areas. Karen alternated between the fleshy crease of his cleft and the inner thighs, ensuring no part of his exposed skin escaped the punishment. The polished surface of the hairbrush left vivid red marks with each strike, the sting compounding into an unbearable ache that made Alex Wail loudly, his voice breaking with every cry.

As the timer ticked into minute nine, Karen maintained her steady, measured pace. Her strikes grew slightly more forceful, emphasizing the gravity of the lesson she was imparting. “You'll remember this moment, Alex,” she said firmly. “You'll remember how it feels to face the consequences of your actions, and you'll think twice before making the same mistakes.”

Alex's cries grew louder, his voice cracking into high-pitched wails as he sobbed, “Please, Mom! I can't—I can't take it anymore! I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”

Karen remained resolute, her strikes never faltering. “This is not just about today, Alex. This is about ensuring you carry this lesson with you for the rest of your life.”

The final thirty seconds were the most intense, Karen delivering the last series of strikes with deliberate force. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The hairbrush landed on the most sensitive areas, leaving no doubt that the lesson would linger in Alex's mind—and body—for days to come.

As the timer beeped to signal the end, Karen set the hairbrush down with precision, her hand moving to rub Alex's back gently. “It's over, Alex,” she said gently, her voice now calm but authoritative. “You've taken this hour's punishment. Now get up and pull yourself together.”

Alex didn't respond immediately, his body trembling and his face buried in his hands as he wept openly. The sting in his bottom and thighs was unbearable, but the shame of his exposure made it even worse.

“Back to your chores,” Karen instructed, standing as she gestured toward the door. “And remember, we'll continue this every hour, on the hour, until you're done.”

Alex stood unsteadily, his legs wobbling as he sniffled and wiped at his tear-streaked face. His hands instinctively went to his swollen, throbbing bottom, but the sharp sting in his inner thighs and the punished crease of his cleft demanded immediate attention. He shifted awkwardly, trying to soothe the fiery ache as he rubbed at the tender, freshly spanked skin.

Karen remained seated, her expression calm but faintly amused as she watched him squirm and rub at his most sensitive areas. His movements were clumsy and frantic, the embarrassment of his situation written all over his tear-streaked face.

“Well, Alex,” she said after a moment, her tone light but with a hint of sarcasm, “is your suspension day turning out the way you expected?”

Alex froze, his hands hovering awkwardly over his inner thighs as he glanced at her, his face flushing even redder. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. “N-no, Mom,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from crying.

Karen raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing as she leaned back slightly. “No? What were you expecting? A day of lounging around, maybe some TV, a little time to yourself? Perhaps you thought I'd go easy on you because you're suspended?”

Alex shook his head quickly, fresh tears welling in his eyes as he continued to rub at his stinging thighs. “I—I didn’t think… I didn’t know it would be like this…”

Karen let out a soft chuckle, though her tone remained firm. “Well, now you know. Suspension in this house isn't a day off, Alex. It's a day of consequences—a day to reflect on your choices and learn from them. And from the way you're standing there right now, I'd say the lesson is starting to sink in.”

Alex whimpered gently, his hands shifting back to his bottom as he tried to soothe the unbearable heat radiating through his punished skin. “It hurts, Mom… everywhere…”

“It's supposed to hurt,” Karen replied matter-of-factly, standing and placing her hands on her hips as she looked at him. “Actions have consequences, Alex. Sometimes very painful ones as you're finding out.”

“Now,” she said firmly, “pull yourself together and get back to your chores. You still have a lot of work to do, before your spankings end.”

Alex's shoulders slumped, and he gave a small, defeated nod. “Y-yes, Mom,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Karen watched as he shuffled toward the door, his underpants still down as he tried to adjust them over his swollen, stinging bottom. The corners of her mouth twitched in faint amusement as she called after him, “And Alex—next time you think about cheating, I hope you'll remember exactly how today feels.”

Alex let out a soft whimper, his face burning with shame as he disappeared into the hallway.

Chapter 11: The 3pm Spanking

At 2:50 pm, as Alex was finishing up scrubbing the kitchen floor, he heard the familiar sound of the back door creaking open. His stomach dropped as Marjorie's cheerful voice rang out again.

“Karen? Are you here?”

Alex froze in place, his heart pounding as he peeked around the corner to see Marjorie Green entering the house once again, holding a measuring cup.

Karen, who had been folding laundry at the counter, looked up and greeted her neighbor with a warm smile. “Hi Marjorie. What’s up?”

Marjorie chuckled, glancing toward Alex, who was trying unsuccessfully to look busy. “I just came to borrow a cup of sugar. But I couldn't help but wonder—have you been sticking to your hour-on-the-hour schedule with Alex? Or has he managed to weasel his way out of it?”

Karen smirked and nodded toward the clock. “Oh, I've been sticking to it, alright. In fact, it’s almost time for his 3 pm session.”

Marjorie grinned, setting the measuring cup on the counter. “Yes, I figured.Can you use another set of eyes?”

“Absolutely.”

Karen turned to Alex, her tone brisk and commanding. “Alex, go to the living room. Remove all of your clothing, stand in front of the coffee table and wait for us with your hands on your head. Look at the implement waiting for you and think about why you're there.”

Alex's face turned beet red, and he opened his mouth to protest, but Karen raised an eyebrow, cutting him off.

“Now, Alex,” she said firmly.

Defeated, Alex shuffled to the living room, his head hanging low. His steps felt heavier with each one, the tension mounting as he rounded the corner and saw the familiar low coffee table in the center of the room. Resting on it was a polished wooden paddle, its surface smooth and gleaming under the afternoon light. It looked heavy, and just the sight of it made his stomach twist.

With trembling hands, Alex obeyed. He pulled off his socks and T-shirt, then hesitated, glancing toward the doorway as if hoping for a reprieve. When none came, he let out a shaky breath and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his threadbare underpants, sliding them down and stepping out of them. The air felt cool against his already sore and reddened skin, and he flushed with embarrassment as he folded his clothes and placed them on the armchair.

He shuffled to the coffee table, his bare feet silent on the rug, and stopped just a few feet from the paddle. Slowly, he raised his hands and clapped them on top of his head, exposing himself completely. The position was uncomfortable and humiliating, forcing him to stand upright and vulnerable.

His eyes fell on the paddle, unable to look away. The smooth wood seemed to gleam menacingly, and he could almost feel the sting it would deliver with every swat. The quiet of the room only heightened his sense of dread, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“Why am I here?” he whispered softly to himself, his voice trembling. He knew the answer, of course. His mind raced with memories of the cheating, the lies, the disappointment on his mother's face when she found out.

His bottom throbbed with phantom pain from the earlier punishments, and he shifted slightly on his feet, the discomfort a constant reminder of what was to come. His gaze remained fixed on the paddle, the implement embodying the consequences of his actions.

From the doorway, Karen's voice broke the silence. “Good. You're thinking. That’s exactly what you should be doing.”

Alex flinched but didn't dare turn around, keeping his eyes glued to the paddle.

Karen and Marjorie stepped into the room, her presence commanding. “That paddle will teach you what you seem to have forgotten, Alex: actions have consequences. You're here because you chose dishonesty, and now you'll face the results of that choice.”

She paused behind him, letting her words sink in before continuing. “You'll stand there a few more minutes and reflect. At 3pm promptly, we’ll begin.”

Alex swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly on his head as he nodded. “Y-Yes, Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with dread.

He remained in place, staring at the paddle, each passing second feeling like an eternity as his thoughts swirled with regret and fear.

Marjorie chuckled as she stepped fully into the living room, her eyes immediately landing on Alex's exposed backside. “Well, well,” she said with a teasing lilt. “I see you've been busy today.”

Alex whimpered softly, his hands twitching on his head as he felt her gaze traveling over him. His bottom, already bright red and swollen from the day's earlier punishments, was on full display. The marks left by the wooden spoon, hairbrush, and belt crisscrossed his cheeks, extending down to the tops of his thighs.

Marjorie stepped closer, her head tilting slightly as she examined the evidence of her discipline. “My goodness, Karen,” she said with a grin. “You've been very thorough. Look at those marks—he won’t forget this anytime soon.”

Marjorie stepped even closer, her eyes scanning Alex's trembling, exposed form with a mix of curiosity and amusement. She let out a soft whistle as she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over her reddened cheeks, making Alex flinch in mortified surprise.

“Stay still, Alex,” Karen's voice cut sharply, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Alex froze, his face burning with humiliation as Marjorie's hand rested momentarily on his sore, swollen bottom. Her fingers moved with deliberate care, spreading her cheeks apart to inspect the sensitive inner area that had also borne the brunt of the day's discipline.

“Oh my,” Marjorie remarked, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You really didn't miss a spot, Karen. Look at this—thorough doesn't even begin to describe it. He’ll be feeling this for days.”

Alex whimpered softly, his knees trembling as he clenched his eyes shut, wishing desperately for the ground to swallow him whole. The sensation of being so exposed, with Marjorie's hand pulling him apart, was almost too much to bear. Her humiliation deepened when she leaned in slightly, tilting her head for a better look.

“And right here,” Marjorie continued, running her finger lightly along the tender inner crease of his cleft, “this must've been particularly memorable. You can tell by the color—bright red and swollen. Honestly, Karen, I don't think even walking will be easy for him. His inner cheeks rubbing together with every step will remind him of exactly what he’s been through.”

Karen faintly smiled, her arms crossed as she observed her neighbor's inspection. “That's the point, Marjorie. Every step he takes, every time he shifts in his seat, he'll be reminded of this day and what happens when he chooses dishonesty. It’s not supposed to be comfortable—it’s supposed to leave an impression.”

Alex whimpered again, his legs trembling as his mortification grew. The thought of walking, of feeling the constant reminder of his punishment with every movement, made fresh tears spring to his eyes. He remained frozen, his hands trembling on his head as Marjorie stepped back, folding her arms with a satisfied grin.

“Well, I'd say he's getting the message loud and clear,” Marjorie said, glinting at Alex's tear-streaked face. “Aren’t you, Alex?”

Alex's voice cracked as he stammered, “Y-yes, ma'am…”

Karen stood beside Marjorie as they both observed Alex. “Thoroughness and consistency is the key,” she replied, her tone firm. “He needs to learn that his actions have consequences, and I’m making sure he does.”

Marjorie nodded approvingly, her eyes still fixed on Alex's reddened backside. “You've certainly gotten your point across. I’d be surprised if he can sit down for the rest of the week.”

Alex let out a soft whimper, his face burning as he shifted slightly on his feet. The movement drew another chuckle from Marjorie.

“Oh, don’t be shy, Alex,” she teased. “You're already on full display. No point in pretending otherwise.”

Karen stepped closer to Alex, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Keep still, Alex,” she said firmly. “You're here to reflect on your choices, and you're not done yet.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Marjorie moved around him, her heels clicking softly against the floor, the sound making Alex flinch. She moved deliberately, stopping directly in front of him. Her sharp eyes bore into his, and her lips curled into a stern, almost predatory smile.

“Well, Alex,” she began, her voice dripping with authority, “I suppose you think you're being punished right now. You think standing here naked with your hands on your head, waiting for a paddle, is some sort of ordeal.”

Alex's eyes darted to the floor, his voice barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Green.”

Marjorie scoffed, taking another step forward, her presence almost suffocating. “Sorry? Oh no, Alex. You're not sorry—not yet. If you were mine, you'd be learning a real lesson, one you'd never forget.”

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a threatening growl. “Do you have any idea how easy you're getting off with your mother? A spanking every hour? That's nothing. If you were my boy, I'd strip the skin right off your naughty backside. You wouldn't just be crying; you'd be begging for mercy, and I'd make sure you knew exactly why you deserved every single swat.”

Alex whimpered, tears streaming down his face as his knees wobbled under her fierce glare. “I-I’ll do better, I promise!” he choked out, his voice cracking with desperation.

Marjorie straightened, her arms folding across her chest as she looked at him up and down with disdain. “You'd better take this punishment seriously, Alex,” she said coldly. “Because if your mother ever lets me take over, you'll wish you'd never even thought about cheating in the first place. Mark my words, I'd turn that sorry excuse for a backside into a lesson in obedience you'd feel for weeks.”

Alex let out a soft sob, his whole body trembling as Marjorie stepped back. Her sharp words echoed in his mind, each one striking deeper than the last.

Just then, the clock on the wall struck 3, the chime ringing through the room like a final verdict.

Karen, who had been observing silently, stepped forward and picked up the paddle from the coffee table. She tapped it lightly against her palm, her expression calm but resolute. “Thank you, Marjorie,” she said. “He should know I'm being merciful with him. Now it’s time for Alex’s next lesson.”

Karen sat on the couch, the paddle resting beside her as Alex shuffled forward, trembling and red-faced. The tension in the room was palpable, his bare body on full display as Marjorie leaned against the arm of the couch, her sharp eyes fixed on him with a look of amused satisfaction.

“Over here, Alex,” Karen commanded, patting her lap. “Let’s get this over with.”

Alex whimpered gently, but he didn't dare hesitate. His legs felt like jelly as he stepped closer, the cool air on his already-sore bottom making him shiver. Karen guided him to sit on her lap, a gesture that felt infantile and degrading, and he let out a soft whine as his bare skin pressed against her.

“Lie back,” Karen instructed.

Before he could protest, Karen gripped his legs and tipped him backward. She lifted her legs into the air, bending her knees toward her chest and holding them firmly in place with one arm. The humiliating diaper position left him completely exposed, his already glowing red cheeks elevated high and spread slightly apart by the position.

Marjorie stepped closer, her lips curling into a smirk as she observed the scene. “Well, Karen,” she said with a low chuckle, “he's certainly getting exactly what he deserves. Look at him—completely helpless. This is just perfect for teaching a lesson.”

Alex squirmed, his face burning with shame as her eyes roamed over him. The position not only left his red, swollen bottom fully visible but also revealed everything else—the cleft between his cheeks, his tender inner thighs, and even the small, tightly clenched pucker of his anus. Worse still, his genitals, dangling awkwardly and trembling with his every movement, were on full display.

Marjorie shook her head, her tone laced with mock disapproval. “Honestly, Alex, after all the trouble you've caused, this is the least you deserve. If you were my son, I'd have you like this every day until you learned some respect.”

Karen nodded, picking up the paddle. “He's lucky I'm as patient as I am. But today, he's going to feel every bit of what he's earned.”

The first CRACK of the paddle landed squarely across Alex's exposed cheeks, and his reaction was immediate. He let out a high-pitched yelp, his legs twitching in Karen's grip. The already bright red surface of its bottom deepened further, the skin swelling and mottling as the paddle left its mark.

“Oh, that's a good one,” Marjorie remarked, leaning in for a better look. “You can see the outline of the paddle perfectly. Just what a naughty boy like him needs.”

Karen delivered another firm swat, slightly lower this time. CRACK! The tender underside of Alex's cheeks turned an even angrier shade of red, and the paddle's force sent a ripple through his exposed skin.

“Ah! M-Mom, please!” Alex wailed, his voice cracking.

Karen ignored his cries, continuing her measured rhythm. The paddle struck the tops of his thighs next, leaving angry red stripes that stood out against his pale skin. The heat radiating from his punished flesh was almost visible, and Alex's desperate wriggling only made the spectacle more humiliating.

Marjorie chuckled, her gaze lingering on Alex's trembling form. “Look at him—kicking and squirming like a little baby. And the way he's spread out like this? There’s not a single part of him that isn’t on display.”

Alex sobbed loudly, his hands gripping the couch cushion above his head as the paddle landed again and again. His cheeks, already swollen, darkened to a deep crimson, the marks crisscrossing and blending into a uniform hue. The cleft between his cheeks, exposed and vulnerable, showed faint lines where the edges of earlier swats had landed, and even the sensitive areas near his anus flushed under the force of the punishment.

“Stop wriggling, Alex,” Karen commanded, delivering a sharp swat to the sensitive crease where his thighs met his bottom. “You'll take your punishment properly, or we'll add more time.”

Marjorie laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “That’s right, Alex. You brought this on yourself. And I have to say, Karen, you're doing a fantastic job. That naughty backside of his is getting exactly what he deserves.”

Karen adjusted her grip slightly, ensuring the paddle landed evenly across both cheeks with each stroke. The steady rhythm of CRACKS filled the room, accompanied by Alex's frantic cries and sobs.

By the time Karen finally set the paddle down, Alex's bottom was a deep, uniform red, with areas along the edges darkening into a deep purple hue. His thighs bore angry stripes that matched the intensity of his cheeks, and his entire body trembled with exhaustion and humiliation.

Karen kept a firm grip on Alex's legs, still holding him in the diaper position. She let him catch his breath for a moment, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the intensity of his punishment.

Marjorie, who had been watching with a smile from her spot beside the couch, stepped closer, her sharp gaze traveling over Alex's exposed, punished form. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as an idea seemed to strike her.

“Well, Karen,” she said, her tone laced with mock sympathy, “it looks like you've given him quite the thorough lesson. That bottom of his is glowing—I’d be surprised if he could sit for a week.”

Karen nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “He's earned every bit of it. Hopefully, this time, the lesson sticks.”

Marjorie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she studied Alex's trembling form. His legs were still held back, leaving his sore bottom and everything else exposed. “You know,” she began, her voice low and suggestive, “if you really want to make sure he remembers this day, there’s something you could add to really drive the point home.”

Karen glanced at her neighbor, curious. “What do you have in mind?”

Chapter 12: Icy Hot

Marjorie's smirk widened as she gestured to Alex's spread legs and exposed, vulnerable areas. “A dab of Icy Hot right there,” she said, nodding toward the tightly clenched pucker of his anus and his trembling, dangling genitals. “It'll make sure he remembers this day every time he sits down or even moves. Just a little bit—it won't do any harm, but it'll feel like fire for a while.”

Alex's eyes shot wide open, and he squirmed frantically on Karen's lap. “No! No, please, Mom! Not that! I'll—I'll be good! I promise!”

Karen tightened her grip on his legs, keeping him in the humiliating diaper position. “Alex,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument, “Marjorie's suggestion is an excellent one. You're still learning your lesson, and this will help ensure that you do. Now, stay still.”

Marjorie chuckled, already heading toward the door. “I'll go grab a hit from my house. Be back in just a minute.”

As Marjorie stepped outside, Karen adjusted Alex's position slightly, making sure her bottom and thighs were fully exposed. She looked down at him, her expression a mix of sternness and determination.

“Do you understand how serious this is, Alex?” Karen asked, her voice sharp. “You've humiliated yourself, embarrassed this family, and betrayed the trust of everyone who counted on you. You need to feel the full weight of what you’ve done.”

Alex whimpered, fresh tears streaming down his face. “I-I’m sorry, Mom! I'll never do it again! Please don’t—”

Karen cuts him off with a sharp hand spank across his already-tender bottom, making him yelp. “This isn't just about being sorry, Alex,” she said firmly. “This is about consequences. And when Marjorie gets back, you're going to feel just how serious those consequences can be.”

She let her hand rest on his bottom for a moment before delivering another crisp spank, this one landing on the sensitive crease where his thighs met his cheeks. Alex cried out again, squirming in her grip, but Karen held him firmly.

“Stop wriggling,” she commanded. “You brought this on yourself, and now you'll take the consequences.”

Alex sobbed openly, his face burning with shame as Karen continued her scolding. “When Marjorie comes back with that Icy Hot, we're going to make sure you remember this every time you even think about being dishonest. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mom!” Alex wailed, his voice trembling. “He understands! Please, I'll be good!”

Karen gave him another sharp spank, punctuating her next words. “This isn't just about being good now, Alex. This is about learning respect, honesty, and accountability. And you’ll learn it, one way or another.”

Marjorie returned a moment later, holding a small tube of Icy Hot in her hand. She gave Karen a knowing smile as she stepped into the room.

“Well,” she said cheerfully, “this should do the trick. He’s going to remember this for a long, long time.”

Karen nodded, her grip on Alex's legs tightening slightly as she looked down at him. “Alright, Alex,” she said, her tone calm but foreboding. “It's time to continue your lesson. Marjorie, would you do the honors?”

Alex's eyes widened in panic, and he let out a loud, desperate plea. “No! Mom, please! Don’t let her!”

Karen delivered a sharp hand spank to his already swollen, crimson bottom, silencing his protests with a sharp smack. “You've had enough say for one day, Alex,” she said sternly. “Marjorie has been kind enough to help with your discipline, and you'll take this quietly. Do you understand?”

Sniffling and sobbing, Alex whimpered, “Y-Yes, Mom…”

Marjorie chuckled softly, pulling a small latex glove from her pocket and snapping it onto her hand. “Happy to help, Karen. It’s about time this boy learned what real consequences feel like.”

Karen adjusted her grip on Alex's legs, lifting them higher and spreading them further apart, leaving him fully exposed. The diaper position emphasized his vulnerability, and Alex squirmed helplessly, his face burning with humiliation as Marjorie crouched beside him.

“Hold still, Alex,” Karen ordered firmly. “This is happening whether you like it or not.”

Marjorie squeezed a generous dollop of the Icy Hot onto her gloved fingers, the sharp, minty scent filling the air. She smirked down at Alex, whose sobs grew louder as he watched her hand approach.

“This is for your own good,” Marjorie said, her tone almost mocking. “You’ll remember this for quite some time, young man.”

She began the application with a deliberate, thorough motion, spreading the cream across the sensitive skin of Alex's cheeks before focusing on the tender cleft between them. Alex whimpered and flinched as her fingers worked, her movements unhurried and meticulous.

“Keep those legs up, Karen,” Marjorie instructed with a chuckle. “I want to make sure every inch is covered.”

Karen tightened her grip on Alex's legs, keeping him firmly in place. “Don’t worry, Marjorie. He’s not going anywhere.”

Marjorie moved lower, her gloved fingers spreading the cream across Alex's most private areas with humiliating precision. She didn't hesitate, applying the cream to the tight pucker of his anus and pressing inside. Alex let out a wail, his legs twitching in Karen's grasp.

“No! Please! Stop!” Alex cried, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face.

“Hush,” Karen said sharply, delivering another spank to her thigh. “You'll take this, young man, and you'll learn from it.”

As Marjorie's gloved fingers moved toward his penis, Alex's humiliation reached a fever pitch. His sobs deepened, his body trembling with a mixture of dread and shame.

“Stay still, Alex,” Marjorie said coolly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. “I wouldn’t want to miss a spot.”

Alex whimpered gently as she applied a fresh dab of the Icy Hot to her fingers, the sharp scent stinging his nose and further heightening his anxiety. He barely had a moment to brace himself before her fingers made contact with his scrotum first, rubbing it thoroughly, then the shaft of his penis.

The initial sensation was deceptively neutral—a cool, slick feeling as Marjorie spread the cream along the length. But the act itself was mortifying. Alex squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear, as Marjorie worked with deliberate thoroughness.

“This needs to be done properly,” Marjorie said, more to Karen than to Alex. “He'll remember this every time he thinks about acting out again.”

Alex let out a small, choked sob as her fingers worked methodically, coating every inch of his shaft. The humiliation was unbearable, and he couldn't stop the occasional twitch or flinch as her gloved hand moved.

But then she paused, her fingers hovering over the sensitive tip. Alex's breath hitched, and his eyes snapped open in panic.

“Now, let's not rush this part,” Marjorie said, her tone light but tinged with mockery. She squeezed another small dollop of the Icy Hot onto her fingertips, the sharp scent cutting through the room like a warning. “This is the most delicate area, so it deserves extra attention.”

Alex's sobs turned into frantic, pleading cries. “No! Please! Not there! Please, Mrs. Green, I’ll do anything!”

Karen's voice was calm but stern. “You'll stay still and take your punishment, Alex. This is a consequence of your actions, and it’s well deserved.”

Ignoring his pleas, Marjorie lowered her hand to the tip of his penis. Her gloved fingers made contact with the sensitive head, and Alex flinched violently, a strangled whimper escaping his throat.

“Hold still,” Marjorie said sharply, as if chastising a child. “You'll only make it worse for yourself if you keep squirming.”

She began working the cream in slow, deliberate circles, ensuring every inch of the glans was thoroughly coated. The initial sensation was deceptively mild, the cool cream spreading smoothly over the soft skin. But Alex's humiliation was unbearable, the intimate and methodical nature of the application making him feel completely powerless and exposed.

Marjorie focused on the rim of the head, her finger tracing the edge with precision. “We can't leave any spots uncovered,” she said matter-of-factly, glancing at Karen. “This is where it'll be most effective.”

Karen nodded approvingly. “Good. He needs to remember this every time he thinks about cheating on a test again.”

Alex let out another sob, his hands gripping the cushion above his head as his body trembled with shame. “Please! I'm sorry! I'll be good! Please stop!”

Marjorie didn't pause. Her fingers moved to the very tip, spreading the cream thoroughly over the delicate opening. Alex yelped loudly, his legs jerking slightly in Karen's grasp.

“Oh, this is the most sensitive part, isn’t it?” Marjorie said with mock sympathy, her fingers moving in small, circular motions to ensure the cream was fully pushed into the urethra and absorbed.

“Ah! Ahhh! No! Please!” Alex cried, his voice breaking as fresh tears streamed down his face.

Marjorie smirked, giving the tip one final, slow swirl before pulling her hand back. “There we go,” she said with a satisfied nod, pulling off the glove and tossing it into a nearby trash can. “All set. Now we wait.”

At first, Alex lay there sniffling, the cool sensation of the cream feeling oddly soothing against his inflamed skin. But within moments, the cooling effect began to turn into something else. His sniffles turned to sharp gasps as a fiery, burning sensation spread across his most sensitive areas.

“Ah! Ahhh! Mom! It burns!” Alex cried, his body writhing in Karen's hold.

Karen held him firmly, delivering another light spank to keep him in place. “That's the point, Alex,” she said calmly. “This is a consequence. You don’t get to cheat without feeling the sting of your actions.”

Marjorie stepped back, crossing her arms as she watched Alex's frantic reactions with a smirk. “Oh, he's feeling it now. Good. Let him squirm—it’s the least he deserves.”

Alex kicked his legs weakly, his sobs turning into loud wails as the burning sensation intensified. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, make it stop!”

Karen shook her head, her tone unyielding. “No, Alex. This is your punishment, and you'll endure it. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before acting dishonestly.

Alex's body writhed frantically in Karen's firm grasp as the Icy Hot began to take full effect. The initial coolness had long since given way to a fiery, searing burn that spread rapidly across his most sensitive areas. His sobs grew louder, mixing with desperate, incoherent cries as his legs twitched helplessly in the air.

“Ahh! Please! It burns!” he wailed, his voice cracking with panic and humiliation. His hands clutched at the cushion above his head, his entire body twisting and squirming as he tried in vain to escape Karen's hold.

Karen, unyielding, tightened her grip on his legs, holding him firmly in the humiliating diaper position. “Stop wriggling, Alex,” she commanded sharply. “You brought this on yourself, and now you'll take your punishment.”

Marjorie stood to the side, arms crossed, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she watched his frantic struggles. “Oh, Alex,” she said with mock sympathy, “I know it burns, but that's the point. You're not going to forget this lesson anytime soon.”

“Please, let me wash it off!” Alex cried, his voice trembling as fresh tears streamed down his face. “I-I’ll do anything! Just let me wash it off!”

Marjorie chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Oh, sweetheart, you're welcome to try,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “But I'll warn you now—water will only make it worse. The burn will intensify, and you'll regret even thinking about it.”

Alex froze for a moment, his sobs hitching as her words sank in. “W-Worse?” he whispered, his voice small and pitiful.

“Much worse,” Marjorie confirmed with a smirk. “So unless you want to make things even more unbearable, I suggest you stay right where you are and take your medicine like the naughty boy you are.”

Alex's body convulsed with fresh sobs as the fiery sensation continued to intensify. Every nerve in his exposed skin felt like it was on fire, and the humiliation of being held in such a vulnerable position only deepened his despair.

“Please! I'm sorry! I’ll never do it again!” he cried, his voice cracking as he begged for mercy.

Karen delivered a sharp hand spank to his already tender bottom, drawing another frantic yelp. “Enough, Alex. Stop begging. You're going to sit in this lesson and feel every second of it.”

Marjorie chuckled again, leaning against the arm of the couch as she observed his frantic wriggling. “You know, Karen, I think this might be the most effective punishment yet. He'll be thinking about this every time he so much as shifts in his seat for the next week.”

Karen gave a small nod, her grip on Alex unwavering as he continued to sob and squirm. “Good,” she said. “That's exactly what I want. He needs to remember this every time he even considers cheating again.”

Alex's body was consumed by a fire unlike anything he had ever felt before. The initial coolness of the Icy Hot had been deceptive, a brief respite before the real punishment began. Now, the fiery, stinging heat spread mercilessly across its most sensitive areas, radiating outward from every spot Marjorie had so thoroughly coated.

The skin on his bottom and thighs burned with an intense, prickling heat, but that was nothing compared to the unbearable sensations between his legs. His shaft felt as though it were encased in flames, every nerve screaming as the burning sensation intensified. The cream had seen into every fold, every crevice, igniting even the smallest, most delicate areas.

The tip of his penis bore the brunt of the punishment, the fire concentrated there in a way that made him gasp and sob uncontrollably. It wasn't just the heat—it was the relentless tingling and stinging that accompanied it, as though a thousand tiny needles were pricking him all at once. The sensation was maddening, a combination of sharpness and heat that made his entire body convulse with frantic, involuntary movements.

His anus, too, burned fiercely, the cream applied there sending waves of searing pain through the sensitive ring of muscle and beyond. Every twitch, every clench seemed to make it worse, the heat burrowing deeper with each passing second.

It was an all-compassing agony, leaving no escape. The burning and stinging mingled, intensifying with every movement, every twitch of his body. Even the cool air of the room offered no relief—if anything, it seemed to heighten his awareness of the fiery torment that engulfed him.

“Ahhh! It burns! It burns!” Alex cried, his voice breaking with desperation as he kicked his legs weakly in Karen's unyielding grip.

His skin felt hypersensitive, as though every nerve had been amplified. The sensations were raw and overwhelming, a punishment that left him sobbing openly as he twisted and writhed in place. The humiliation of being held in such a vulnerable position only added to the torment, his exposed state making him feel even more helpless against the fiery onslaught.

The worst part was the relentlessness of it all. There was no reprieve, no moment of relief. The sensations only grew more intense as the cream worked deeper into his skin, leaving him with no choice but to endure the punishment in his entirety.

Alex let out another choked sob, his voice cracking as he pleaded, “Please! Make it stop! I can’t take it!”

But the fiery lesson was far from over, and every passing second reinforced a single, inescapable truth: this was a consequence he would never forget.

Karen finally lowered Alex's legs, allowing him to slide off her lap and onto his feet. His movements were stiff and awkward, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself, though the intense burning sensation left him unable to stand still. Tears streamed down his flushed face, his entire body trembling as he continued to sob loudly.

Karen crossed her arms and fixed him with a firm look. “Alright, Alex, enough crying. You've got chores to finish, and maybe keeping yourself busy will distract you from the consequences of your actions.”

“But, Mom—” Alex whimpered, his voice cracking. “It burns! He can’t—”

Karen interrupted him with a sharp tone. “You will,” she said firmly. “Now stop wasting time. Get back to work. And don't you dare try to put your underpants back on. You'll stay as you are until every last chore is done.”

Alex let out another soft sob but didn't argue. He knew better than to disobey now. Sniffling, he shuffled out of the living room toward the kitchen, his bare bottom and legs on full display. The motion made the burning sensation intensively, the movement of his thighs against each other and the air against his exposed skin sending fresh waves of fiery torment through his body.

Marjorie watched with an amused smile, leaning against the couch armrest as Alex waddled away. “Well, Karen,” she said with a chuckle, “that's a sight I won't forget anytime soon. He looks like he’s walking on hot coals.”

Karen nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Good. Maybe now he'll think twice before ever pulling a stunt like this again.”

Alex reached the kitchen and bent stiffly to retrieve a mop, the position making him wince as the fiery sensation surged through his most sensitive areas. He let out a choked sob as he stood, the sting radiating from his snout and bottom with every movement.

As he began to mop the floor, his motions were comical—short, jerky movements as he tried to avoid aggravating the burning. He sobbed quietly as he worked, the humiliation of his half-naked state adding to his misery.

The fire in his private areas refused to subside, every step, every bend of his knees reigniting the torment. The Icy Hot had seen deeply into his skin, and the relentless sting made it impossible to focus on anything else.

From the living room, Karen and Marjorie watched with satisfaction as he continued his chores. “He's certainly learning his lesson,” Marjorie remarked, her tone dripping with amusement. “I think my job is done here. Thanks for the sugar, Karen.”

“Thank you for the Icy Hot. I’ll definitely have to keep someone in the house, just in case.”

Marjorie then left, giving Alex a smile as she exited.

Alex sniffled as he finished mopping and moved to scrub the counters. His movements were awkward and exaggerated, his legs spread slightly as he tried to minimize contact between his thighs. The effort was futile; the burning sensation persisted, making him whimper gently with each motion.

Karen stepped into the kitchen, her arms crossed as she observed his progress. “Move faster, Alex,” she said sternly. “You’ve still got plenty to do before the next hour.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex choked out, his voice trembling as he tried to work faster despite the unbearable sting.

“And let me make one thing perfectly clear, Alex. You'd better be finished by 4 pm sharp, because your sister and the group of girls she's invited over will be here then. If your chores aren't done, you'll get your 4 pm spanking across my knee right in front of all of them.”

Alex's stomach churned at the thought, and his hands twitched at his sides. “Mom, please,” he whimpered, tears welling in his eyes again.

Karen raised an eyebrow. “Do you think begging will change anything? You've already wasted enough time. Keep working, Alex.”

Chapter 13: The 4pm Spanking

Alex worked with frantic desperation, scrubbing, dusting, and vacuuming at lightning speed, his red and swollen bottom a constant reminder of what awaited him if he didn't finish, his still burning anus, scrotum, and penis punishing him every second. Karen's stern warning about the 4 pm spanking in front of his sister and her friends loomed large in his mind, pushing him to move faster than he ever thought possible.

The fiery torment of the Icy Hot remained relentless, coursing through his most sensitive areas with searing intensity. Every step, every movement seemed to reignite the burn, the sting spreading like wildfire through his groin, thighs, and bottom. His sobs had quieted to pitiful sniffles, but his flushed face and trembling body betrayed the agony he was enduring.

He bent over to scrub a stubborn spot on the kitchen floor, the motion sending another sharp wave of heat through him. “Ahhh…” he whimpered gently, his legs twitching as he paused to catch his breath. The burn in his tender areas flared anew, making him squirm, his bare bottom wobbling awkwardly as he shifted in place.

Yet, as he moved to the next corner of the room, the unbearable sting began to dull ever so slightly. The fiery heat that had consumed him now ebbed into a deep, tingling warmth. It was still intensely uncomfortable, but he lacked the sharp, all-compassing bite that had left him wasting and sobbing just minutes ago.

By the time he started wiping down the counters, the sensations had transformed further. The overwhelming burn in his groin had receded to a persistent, smoldering heat, radiating faintly from his skin. It still prickled and stung with every step and motion, especially when his thighs brushed against each other, but the intensity had dulled just enough for him to focus on his work.

His breathing slowed, the frantic cries replaced by soft, ragged sniffles. The tears streaking his face dried as he scrubbed, though his expression remained one of deep discomfort. Every so often, he'd pause to shift his legs, trying to ease the lingering heat, but he could feel that the punishment was finally losing its grip on him.

Karen entered the room, her arms crossed as she observed his progress. “I see the sting is starting to wear off,” she remarked, her tone firm but not unkind.

Alex nodded weakly, his voice trembling. “Y-Yes, Mom… it still burns, but… not as bad…”

Karen stepped closer, tilting her head as she inspected her flushed bottom and thighs. “Good,” she said briskly. “That doesn't mean you're off the hook, Alex. Keep working. The lesson isn’t over.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex murmured, turning back to his chores.

By the time he moved to sweep the hallway, the heat had become a constant, tingling reminder of his punishment rather than the unbearable inferno it had been. It prickled faintly across his skin, flaring slightly when he bent or stretched, but it no longer consumed him entirely.

His bare body glistened with sweat as he dashed between tasks, checking off items on the dreaded list. He could hear the faint hum of the clock ticking closer to 4 pm, and every passing second made his heart pound harder.

Finally, he reached the last section of his list: mopping the kitchen floor and taking out the trash. By now, the burn had mercifully reduced to a dull throb. He grabbed the mop and bucket, sloshing water carelessly onto the floor in his rush. His movements were almost comically chaotic as he scrambled to cover every inch, his bare feet slipping slightly on the wet surface.

Just as he dumped the dirty water into the sink and grabbed the trash bag, the unmistakable sound of voices and laughter drifted in from the front door. Alex froze, his stomach plummeting.

The door swung open, and in walked Lily and her group of friends, their chatter and giggles echoing through the house.

“Oh my God!” one of the girls exclaimed, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.

Alex turned slowly, clutching the trash bag in his hands like a lifeline. His face turned beet red as he realized he was standing there, completely naked, his red, marked bottom and trembling body on full display.

Lily stopped mid-laugh, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of her brother. “Alex? Are you still being punished?”

The group of girls burst into laughter, their voices overlapping as they pointed and whispered.

“Is he naked?” one of them giggled, covering her mouth.

Alex's face burned brighter than it ever had before as the girls' laughter grew louder, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of teasing and disbelief. He instinctively tried to shield himself with the trash bag, holding it awkwardly in front of him as his hands shook.

“Alex, what are you doing?” Lily said, her voice a mix of mock surprise and amusement. “Are you seriously just standing here naked in the kitchen? Didn’t you think someone might come in?”

One of Lily's friends, a tall girl with curly hair, pointed at him, unable to suppress her laughter. “And did you see his little pee-pee!” she exclaimed, her words sending the group into hysterics. “It’s so tiny!”

Alex's entire body stiffened, and he let out a choked noise of humiliation. He shuffled backward slightly, his eyes darting toward the doorway as if planning an escape, but his mother's stern voice rang out from the living room.

“Alex, you stay right there,” his mom called firmly. “You're not done with your chores, and I don't care who's here.”

Lily smirked, crossing her arms as she turned back to her friends. “Well, now you've all seen what happens when Alex misbehaves,” she said, her tone dripping with mock seriousness. “Mom doesn’t mess around.”

Another girl, a petite blonde, leaned over to get a better look at Alex, her giggles spilling out uncontrollably. “I can't believe this is real,” she said, pointing at him. “Look how red his butt is! He’s clearly been spanked like a baby!”

“That's what happens when you act like a baby,” Lily replied with a shrug, her grin widening. “You get treated like one.”

Alex whimpered, his legs trembling as he clutched the trash bag tighter, his mind racing for something—anything—to say that would end this nightmare. But the girls weren't letting up.

“Do you think he cries like a baby too?” the curly-haired girl teased, her laughter echoing through the room.

“Oh, he definitely does,” Lily said with a smirk, turning to Alex. “Go ahead, Alex. Tell them how you've been crying all day. Or should we ask Mom to show them the paddle she’s been using?”

Alex shook his head frantically, his voice trembling as he finally managed to speak. “P-please, stop…”

“Aw, look at him,” the blonde girl cooed mockingly, clapping her hands together. “He's so shy! Poor little boy.”

Alex stammered, his hands fumbling with the trash bag as he tried to cover himself, though it was a futile effort. “It was just—Mom said—I…”

Karen's voice cut through the chaos, calm and authoritative as she entered the room. “Alex.”

He flinched, turning to face her with wide, pleading eyes. “Mom, please, I just needed a few more minutes! I was almost done!”

Karen crossed her arms, her expression unyielding. “Almost isn't good enough, Alex. I told you to be finished by 4 pm, and now it’s past that time.” She glanced at the girls, then back at Alex. “And I see you didn’t manage to beat the clock.”

The girls exchanged glances, their laughter quieting as they wondered what was about to happen.

Lily smirked, folding her arms. “Is he getting another spanking, Mom? Right now?”

Karen nodded, her tone firm. “Yes, Lily. He had his chance to finish his chores, and he failed. He’s going to learn the consequences of that failure right now.”

Alex whimpered, clutching the trash bag tighter as Karen gestured to the living room. “Go to the living room, Alex. Now.”

The girls erupted into fresh giggles as Alex shuffled toward the living room, his bare skin flushed with embarrassment. His marked bottom, still red and swollen from earlier, was on full display as he moved, though he carefully covered his genitals with his trash bag.

“This is going to be so good,” one of the girls whispered, her voice filled with gleeful anticipation.

Karen followed him into the living room, her steady footsteps behind him making Alex's heart race even faster. As he stood by the couch, trembling and humiliated, Karen retrieved the paddle from the coffee table and sat.  Her gaze was calm but authoritative as she turned to Alex, who was still clutching the trash bag in front of him, his trembling hands betraying his fear and humiliation. The group of girls crowded near the doorway, their giggles stifled but their eyes alight with curiosity and amusement.

Karen extended her hand toward Alex, taking the trash bag away, saying, “you won't be needing that for a while.”

Alex’s  face burned with shame as she left him completely exposed. For a brief, agonizing moment, his genitals were visible to the room before he quickly moved his hands to cover himself, his entire body stiff with embarrassment.

The girls in the doorway erupted into fresh giggles, unable to contain their amusement.

“Oh my God,” one of them whispered loudly, her hand covering her mouth as she leaned closer to Lily. “Did you see that? It really is even smaller than I thought it would be!”

Another girl stifled a laugh and added, “He's so red everywhere—it's like he's embarrassed from head to toe.”

Lily smirked, her arms crossed as she watched her brother squirm. “Well, you can't blame him. I mean, look at him. I’d be embarrassed too.”

Karen, unfazed by the commotion, gave Alex a pointed look. “Hands on your head, Alex.”

His face crumpled in protest. “Mom, please—”

“Now,” she said sharply, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Alex whimpered, his tears threatening to spill as he slowly obeyed, raising his hands and clapping them behind his head. The movement left him completely exposed once again, his red, swollen bottom on full display, along with his trembling, vulnerable genitals.

The girls exchanged delighted looks, their laughter bubbling up again as they openly observed his predicament.

One of the girls, a tall brunette, leaned closer to the group and smirked. “I can't believe he has to stand there like that, hands on his head, completely naked… in front of his mom and us!” Her words drew another round of giggles from the group.

The petite blonde covered her mouth, her eyes wide with mock surprise. “And not just standing there—he's waiting to be paddled! Like, he's standing there all exposed, and we can see everything. That’s so humiliating!”

Lily joined in, her grin widening as she looked at Alex. “Honestly, Alex, you look ridiculous. Standing there, totally bare, hands on your head, just waiting for it? We can see everything, you know. You're not hiding anything at all.”

Alex's face burned hotter, his entire body trembling as he shifted uncomfortably. He clenched his eyes shut, wishing desperately to be anywhere else, but the sound of their laughter and teasing only grew louder.

“Oh my God,” one of the girls suddenly said, her laughter bubbling up again as she pointed toward Alex. “Look at his… his balls! They're all tight and pulled in!”

Alex's heart sank into his stomach as fresh waves of embarrassment washed over him. His knees trembled, and he instinctively squeezed his legs together, though the movement did little to hide what she was pointing out.

“Is that what happens when he’s embarrassed?” the curly-haired redhead asked, her tone dripping with mock curiosity. She tilted her head, her grin widening as she leaned closer for a better look. “Wow, it really does look… so small and tight. Poor Alex!”

The group erupted into another round of laughter, their voices echoing around the room. Alex let out a small, choked whimper, his face now an impossible shade of red as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His whole body stiffened, the humiliation of being analyzed and mocked in such detail almost unbearable.

“It's like he's trying to make it disappear,” the tall brunette added with a smirk, gesturing toward Alex's groin. “I mean, it's barely there to begin with, but now it's all scrunched up.”

Lily, who had been leaning against the doorway with a smug grin, laughed even harder. “I guess it's just instinct, you know? Like, his body knows how embarrassed he is and is trying to hide everything. Too bad it’s not working.”

Alex whimpered, his hands trembling as he forced them to stay on his head. The petite blonde continued her teasing, leaning closer to Lily and whispering, though it was loud enough for everyone to hear, “His thingy… his cock… so tiny! It's like, pulling in, like it's trying to hide! I didn’t know it could even do that.”

Another girl, the curly-haired redhead, covered her mouth with both hands to stifle her laughter, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Do you think it’s because he’s cold, or is it always like that?”

Lily smirked, crossing her arms and tilting her head mockingly at her brother. “I don't know, but it's definitely not helping him look any less pathetic. Honestly, Alex, could you be more embarrassing right now?”

Alex's body trembled with humiliation as he stood frozen, completely exposed and unable to hide from their relentless teasing. His lower lip quivered, tears welling in his eyes as he tried desperately not to break down completely. The sound of their laughter and whispered comments felt like knives cutting through what little dignity he had left.

Karen ignored the teasing, her focus entirely on Alex. She tapped the paddle against her palm, her expression stern but controlled. “You failed to finish your chores before this spanking, Alex. This spanking is a direct consequence of that.”

Alex sniffled, his voice breaking as he whispered, “I'm sorry, Mom… I'll do better, I promise…”

Karen shook her head. “You'll have the chance to prove that after we're done here. But right now, you're going to take this punishment and think about why you're here.”

She gestured to her lap. “Bend over.”

Alex hesitated, glancing nervously at the girls, whose smirks and giggles made his humiliation feel even more acute. Karen, noticing his hesitation, raised an eyebrow.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” she asked firmly.

Alex let out a shaky breath, his legs wobbling as he stepped forward and lowered himself over her lap. The cool air against his exposed skin heightened his awareness of how vulnerable he was, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Karen adjusted his position.

Karen placed a firm hand on his lower back, ensuring he was steady before raising the paddle. The room fell silent except for Alex's ragged breathing, the girls watching in anticipation as Karen prepared to deliver the first swat.

“You'll learn today, Alex,” Karen said firmly, the paddle poised in the air. “This is what happens when you don’t take responsibility.”

And with that, the first sharp CRACK echoed through the room, drawing a loud yelp from Alex and leaving no doubt that the lesson was far from over. The girls stifled their laughter, exchanging wide-eyed glances as the paddle continued its punishing rhythm.

“Wow, he’s really getting it!”

“Look how red his butt already is—it’s like a tomato!”

“This is the best thing I’ve ever seen!”

Karen's paddle struck with relentless precision, the sharp CRACK echoing through the room as Alex yelped loudly. His legs kicked weakly, and his hands gripped the legs of the flesh as he struggled to endure the punishment. The paddle landed squarely across his already crimson cheeks, the sting amplifying with every swat, and his sobs quickly turned to loud, uncontrollable cries.

“Wow, listen to him!” one of the girls said, her laughter bubbling up. “He's crying just like a little kid!”

Karen, without missing a beat, delivered another sharp CRACK across Alex's sit spots, drawing a high-pitched wail from him. She smirked slightly and looked toward the girls. “You're not wrong,” she said with a chuckle. “He acted exactly like a toddler, isn't he? That’s why he’s getting treated like one.”

The group burst into laughter, their teasing growing louder. “Look at him squirm!” one of the girls exclaimed. “It's like he's trying to crawl away, but he can't!”

“Maybe he should've thought about this before cheating,” Lily added with a smirk. “Now he's just a crying little boy over Mommy's knee.”

Alex's face burned with humiliation, his tears streaming down his cheeks as the paddle continued its punishing rhythm. He let out a loud, choking sob as Karen shifted her aim slightly, focusing on the tender crease between his cheeks and thighs.

“You'd think he'd stop kicking by now,” the petite blonde said, giggling as she leaned against the doorframe. “But I guess toddlers don’t really learn quickly, do they?”

Karen smirked, her hand steady on Alex's back as she delivered another firm CRACK. “No, they don’t,” she agreed, her tone calm. “That's why they need consistent discipline. And Alex here is learning the hard way, isn’t he?”

Alex let out another loud wail, his legs faltering despite Karen's firm grip. His voice cracked as he sobbed, “I’m sorry, Mom! I'll be good—I promise!”

“Oh, now he's begging,” one of the girls teased, laughing so hard she had to steady herself. “What's next? 'Please, Mommy, I'll be a good little boy?'”

Karen chuckled softly, pausing for a moment to adjust Alex's position. She pressed him more firmly against her lap, ensuring he couldn't wriggle away. “You're not far off,” she said, glancing at the girls. “That's exactly what he'll be saying before we're done here.”

Karen's paddle came down with another sharp CRACK, echoing through the room as Alex let out a loud, high-pitched yelp. His legs jerked involuntarily, kicking out behind him, his bare feet flailing in the air as he squirmed over her knee. The sting was unbearable, amplified by his already sore, red bottom, and tears began to flow freely down his face.

“Ow! Mommy, please!” Alex wailed, his voice cracking as his hands gripped the flesh legs for dear life. His entire naked body trembled with humiliation and pain as the paddle struck again, and again.

“Look at him!” one of the girls exclaimed, her laughter ringing through the room. “He's actually calling her Mommy! I told you he would!”

The group of girls burst into hysterical laughter, their teasing mixing with Alex's desperate cries. Karen didn't miss a beat, her firm hand pressing down on her lower back as the paddle continued its relentless rhythm.

CRACK! CRACK!

“Please, Mommy, I’m sorry!” Alex sobbed, his legs kicking wildly as the sting spread like fire across his swollen cheeks. “I'll be good—I won't cheat again! I promise! Just please stop!”

Another girl leaned against the doorway, barely able to contain her laughter. “Oh my God, he's actually kicking and screaming like a toddler! This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Karen smirked slightly, glancing up at the girls while keeping her steady pace with the paddle. “Well, that's what happens when you behave like a toddler,” she said calmly. “You get treated like one.”

CRACK!

Alex howled, his sobs turning into full-on wails as his legs flailed behind him. He twisted slightly, trying in vain to escape the paddle's relentless sting, but Karen held him firmly in place.

“Mommy, please! I’ll be good—I’ll be good!” he screamed, his voice breaking with desperation. “No more, Mommy! I’m sorry!”

Lily's grin widened as she crossed her arms and leaned casually against the doorframe. “Wow, Alex. You're really proving our point here,” she said mockingly. “This is exactly how a naughty little boy should act when he's getting a spanking from Mommy.”

Another girl giggled, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Do you think he even realizes how ridiculous he looks right now? Kicking and crying and begging for forgiveness like a little baby?”

Karen chuckled softly, her expression calm but unyielding as she delivered another sharp CRACK to Alex's tender sit spots, drawing another loud wail from him. “Oh, he knows,” she said. “And that's part of the lesson. The embarrassment is just as important as the pain—he needs to feel it in every sense.”

“Well, he's definitely feeling it,” the petite blonde chimed in, her laughter bubbling up again. “Just listen to him! 'Mommy, please!' It’s like we’re watching a scene out of preschool!”

Karen signed in agreement, her strikes landing with deliberate precision. “Exactly. And if he wants to stop acting like a toddler, he'll need to prove he's ready to take responsibility like an adult.”

By now, Alex's cries had turned into incoherent sobs, his body trembling violently as he kicked and squirmed over Karen's lap. His wails filled the room, punctuated by the sharp CRACK of the paddle, and his desperate pleas for forgiveness only seemed to amuse the girls more.

“Please, Mommy! I’m sorry!” Alex howled, his voice breaking. “I'll never do it again—I promise! Please, no more!”

As the paddling neared its conclusion, Alex's sobs were loud and uncontrollable, his body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. His legs kicked weakly with every sharp CRACK of the paddle, and his cries for forgiveness echoed through the room.

“Please, Mommy!” Alex wailed, his voice cracking as he twisted slightly over Karen's lap. “I'm sorry—I'll be good—I promise!”

“Alright, Alex,” Karen said, her voice cutting through her sobs. “Since it was suggested earlier by one of these nice girls, promise Mommy that you'll be my good little boy from now on.

Alex froze, his face burning with fresh humiliation as he choked on his tears. “M-Mom…please—”

“Say it,” Karen interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Promise Mommy that you'll be my good little boy, or we'll keep going until you do.”

The girls burst into laughter, their giggles filling the room as Alex squirmed helplessly over Karen's lap.

“You’d better say it, Alex!” one of them teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “Mommy’s waiting!”

“Yeah, promise her you'll be her good little boy!” another added, her laughter spilling out uncontrollably.

Alex whimpered, his voice trembling as he finally gave in, his tears streaming down his face. “I promised, Mommy,” he sobbed, his words barely audible. “I'll be your good little boy from now on…”

The room erupted into delighted laughter, the girls doubling over as Alex's pitiful voice echoed through the room.

“That’s perfect!” Lily said, her smirk widening as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “Alex, you sound just like a little toddler!”

Karen nodded approvingly, her paddle still resting on Alex's sore, swollen bottom. “Good,” she said calmly. “And I hope you mean it, Alex. Because if you don't, you'll be right back here for another spanking to remind you what happens when you misbehave.”

She delivered one final, sharp CRACK, drawing a loud, anguished wail from Alex, before setting the paddle down on the table. Karen rested her hand on Alex's trembling back, letting him cry over her lap for a moment before helping him to his feet.

As Alex stood, his hands flew to his throbbing bottom, and his face burned as the girls continued to giggle and tease him mercilessly.

“That was amazing,” one of them said, still laughing. “I can't believe he actually said it!”

Karen faintly smiled as she looked at Alex, her arms crossed. “Alright, Alex,” she said firmly. “Back to work. And remember your promise—Mommy expects her good little boy to behave from now on.”

Alex continued to cry loudly, his legs still twitching slightly as he tried to catch his breath. Karen helped him to his feet, her grip steady as he stumbled, his hands immediately flying to his throbbing, crimson bottom.

“Now,” Karen said, crossing her arms as she looked at him, “what do you say?”

Alex sniffled, his voice trembling as he choked out, “Th-thank you, Mommy… for spanking me…”

The girls erupted into laughter again, their voices echoing through the room as Alex stood there, completely bare and humiliated, rubbing his sore bottom as fresh tears spilled down his face.

“Wow, Alex,” Lily said, her smile widening. “You really are just like a little kid. Begging for forgiveness and saying thank you for your spanking? That’s next-level embarrassing.”

Karen nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable as she gestured toward the kitchen. “Back to your chores, Alex,” she said.

“Y-Yes, Mom,” Alex choked out, his voice barely audible as he took his trash bag and shuffled away, still nude The girls' laughter followed him as he disappeared into the kitchen, their gleeful voices echoing in his mind.

Chapter 14: Naked Chore

As Alex approached the final item on his chore list—taking the trash to the curb—he held the garbage bag tightly in his trembling hands. His entire body was still flushed from the humiliation of his spanking in front of Lily and her friends, and the thought of stepping outside in his current state made his stomach churn with dread.

He turned to his mother, who stood nearby, watching him with her arms crossed. “Mom, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “Please let me put on some clothes. Just for this. I—I can’t go outside like this!”

Karen's expression remained firm, her tone unyielding. “You've had all day to finish your chores, Alex. You didn't, and now you're facing the consequences. You'll carry the trash to the curb just as you are, and maybe this will serve as a reminder to work more efficiently next time.”

“But, Mom—” Alex tried again, his voice cracking, but Karen cut him off with a sharp look.

“No arguments, Alex,” she said firmly. “Do it now, or I’ll take you by the ear and walk you out myself.”

Defeated, Alex whimpered softly, his shoulders slumping as he turned toward the door. Lily and her friends gathered by the living room window, their giggles and whispered comments making his humiliation even worse.

“Is he really going outside like that?” one of the girls asked, barely containing her laughter.

“Oh my God, this is too good,” another chimed in.

As Alex stepped outside, the cool air hit his bare skin, sending a shiver down his spine. The afternoon sun illuminated his already beet-red bottom, which was swollen and marked from the day's punishments. He clutched the trash bag tightly to his genitals, his steps hesitant as he made his way down the driveway, painfully aware of the girls' eyes on him from the window.

Lily's voice carried faintly through the air. “Look at him! He’s waddling like a little kid!”

Just as Alex reached the curb and put the trash in the bin, two neighbors walked by—a middle-aged woman, Mrs. Wilson, walking her dog, and an elderly man, Mr. Cooper, with a newspaper under his arm. Alex Froze, crouching lower behind the trash bins, his hands shielding his genitals.

The woman stopped in her tracks, her sharp eyes immediately zeroing in on him. “What in the world…?” she muttered. Then, louder: “Young man! Come out from behind those bins this moment!”

Alex whimpered, shaking his head. “P-Please, I can’t…”

“Oh, yes, you can,” she snapped. “Come out right now, or I’ll drag you out myself.”

Trembling, Alex slowly stood and came out facing them, his hands covering himself desperately. His face was as red as his bottom.

“You’re Karen Daniel's' boy, aren't you? What in heaven’s name are you doing out here like that?” Mrs. Wilson demanded, gesturing toward his naked body.

Alex's throat tightened as he struggled to find words. “I—I'm being punished,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Punished?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Punished how? Did your mother send you out here like this?”

Alex nodded quickly, his voice trembling. “Yes, ma’am. She told me to take out the trash.”

“And let me guess,” Mr. Cooper chimed in, his gruff voice tinged with amusement. “You’ve been spanked, haven’t you?”

Alex's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he shifted uncomfortably, his hands clutched tightly over his genitals. “Y-Yes, sir,” he admitted, his voice cracking.

Mrs. Wilson crossed her arms, her expression stern. “Well, if you're going to claim that, we'd better see the evidence. Turn around, young man. Let’s see the damage.”

Alex froze, shaking his head in panic. “P-Please, no…”

“Now,” she said sharply.

Defeated, Alex whimpered gently as he turned slowly and bent slightly. His already-red cheeks burned hotter as he exposed his swollen, marked bottom to the neighbors.

The woman gazed gently, stepping closer for a better look. “Good heavens,” she muttered, her tone equal parts shocked and impressed. “Your mother certainly didn’t hold back, did she? That’s a thorough spanking if I’ve never seen one.”

Mr. Cooper let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “She gave it to you good, boy. What’d you do to deserve that kind of hiding?”

Alex sniffled, his voice barely audible. “I—I cheated… on a school test.”

The woman clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Cheating? Well, that explains it. And I'd say your mother's done a fine job teaching you a lesson. That bottom of yours tells the whole story.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Cooper added, stepping closer and eyeing Alex’s reddened cheeks. “If you were my boy, I'd have done the same. Maybe even a little more.”

Alex let out a soft whimper, his hands twitching as he fought the urge to run inside. The neighbors' piercing gazes and stern remarks made the humiliation almost unbearable, but he knew better than to disobey.

“Well,” the woman said, shaking her head. “You’ve certainly learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alex choked out, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Good,” she replied. “And I suggest you think twice before stepping out of line again.”

Just then, Karen stepped onto the porch and waved. Mrs. Wilson called to her. “Hello Mrs. Daniels. I see you've done a fine job here,” she said, nodding approvingly. “This boy won't be sitting comfortably for a week.”

Karen smiled faintly, crossing her arms. “Hello Mrs. Wilson, Mr. Cooper. That's the idea. He’s got a lot to learn, and I’m making sure he learns it.”

Mr. Cooper stepped closer, looking at Alex up and down before turning to Karen. “That boy's bottom tells the whole story. But if you don't mind…” He raised his newspaper, rolling it tightly into a firm cylinder. “I'd like to take a swipe at him myself. Like we used to do to misbehaving dogs back in the day.”

Karen smirked, leaning casually against the porch railing. “Be my guest.”

Alex's eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively backed up, clutching his hands behind him. “No! Mom, please, don’t let him!”

Karen's tone was sharp. “Hold still, Alex.”

Trembling, Alex obeyed, staying put as the man stepped forward, testing the rolled newspaper with a few practice swings.

“This won’t take long, boy,” the man said gruffly, positioning himself directly behind Alex.

With a sharp SWAT, the tightly rolled newspaper landed squarely on Alex's already-sore bottom. The impact was swift and stinging, reigning the fiery pain across his cheeks.

Alex let out a high-pitched yelp, his legs twitching slightly as tears sprang to his eyes.

The man stepped back, nodding with satisfaction. “There. That's how you straighten out a misbehaving pup. Maybe now you'll think twice before cheating again.”

The sharp SWAT of Mr. Cooper's rolled-up newspaper had reignited the fire in his already tender cheeks, and the sound of it echoed in his ears like a mocking reminder of his situation. His yelp, high-pitched and desperate, had come unbidden, and now he felt his throat tighten as fresh tears spilled down his flushed face. He tried to steady his shaking legs, but the unbearable sting across his bottom made him feel weak and exposed. He felt smaller than he ever had, as though every ounce of his confidence had been stripped away and left on display for the world to see.

When Mrs. Wilson's stern voice cut through the silence, it felt like a dagger. “You'll be a good boy from now on, won't you?” she demanded, her tone both authoritative and scolding.

Alex's face burned hotter, the word “boy” slicing into him like a cruel insult. He was sixteen—practically a man, or so he had thought—and yet here he was, standing naked and punished on the street, reduced to nothing more than a misbehaving child in the eyes of these adults. His voice cracked as he forced out the words, barely audible through his trembling sobs. “Y-yes, ma’am…”

As Alex whimpered, he tried to summon the courage to speak. His face was beet red, and his entire body trembled from humiliation and the sting of his freshly swatted bottom. Finally, he turned his head slightly toward the neighbors, his voice cracking as he stammered, “P-Please, sir… ma’am… may I be dismissed now?”

Mrs. Wilson tilted his head, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Oh, you'd like to hide, would you?”

Karen, standing on the porch with her arms crossed, called out firmly. “Alex.”

Alex froze, his shoulders slumping as he turned toward her.

Karen's voice carried across the yard, calm but commanding. “Turn and face Mrs. Wilson and Mr. Cooper. You will apologize for their having to witness your punishment, and you will thank Mr. Cooper for contributing to your discipline.”

Alex's stomach churned, and his voice quivered as he replied, “Mom, please—”

“No excuses,” Karen interrupted, her tone sharper now. “Do it, Alex. And don’t make me repeat myself.”

Defeated, Alex slowly turned back to face the neighbors, his hands still desperately covering his genitals as he tried to maintain some shred of dignity. His voice trembled as he began, his words halting and soft.

“I—I'm sorry, sir… ma'am… for—for having to see this. And thank you, sir, for…” He trailed off, stumbling over his words.

“Louder,” Karen called out from the porch. “And properly, Alex. You know the drill: hands on your head.”

Alex froze, his eyes widening as fresh tears filled them. “Mom, no, please,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

Karen's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Now, Alex.”

Shaking, Alex slowly moved his trembling hands from his genitals and raised them to clasp on top of his head. The motion left him completely exposed, his genitals fully on display in front. He closed his eyes tightly, his tears spilling over as he choked out the rest of the apology.

“I—I'm sorry for having to see me like this, sir… ma'am. And… thank you, sir, for giving me a swat. I deserved it.”

Mrs. Wilson smirked, folding her arms as she openly took in the full display. “Well, Karen,” she said with a chuckle, “I'd say this boy's embarrassment is nothing less than he deserves. Letting it all hang out, hmm, young man? That's what happens when you cheat. You lose your dignity, don’t you?”

Alex whimpered, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson as Mr. Cooper nodded approvingly. “You're damn right you deserved it. And you'll think twice next time before pulling any stunts like cheating, won't you?”

“Yes, sir,” Alex choked out, his voice barely audible.

Karen stepped forward slightly, her gaze steady. “Good. Now you can get back inside.”

Alex scurried back, his bare, trembling body on full display as the neighbors watched with satisfied expressions. His humiliation was complete, and the heat of his embarrassment rivaled the sting of his punished bottom.

Chapter 15: Corner Time

As Alex shuffled back into the house, his bare feet padding softly on the floor, his face was still streaked with tears and flushed with humiliation. He avoided his mother's gaze, hoping she might let him retreat quietly, but Karen's voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Alex,” she called firmly, pointing toward the living room. “Go to the corner. Hands on your head. You’ll stand there until supper time.”

Alex froze, fresh humiliation washing over him. “Mom, please—” he began, but Karen's sharp look silenced him instantly.

“No arguments,” she said, her tone leaving no room for debate. “You've embarrassed yourself enough today, and now you'll reflect on your behavior. Hands on your head, nose in the corner, and not another word.”

Trembling, Alex obeyed, shuffling toward the living room corner. He clasp his hands on top of his head as instructed, the position leaving him completely exposed once again. His bright red, swollen bottom faced outward, the marks from his punishments crisscrossed and vivid.

From the couch, Lily and her friends erupted into laughter, their giggles echoing through the room.

“Oh my God, he has to stand there until dinner?” A girl chimed in. “Poor little Alex!”

“Look at his butt!” Lily said with a laugh. “It's still glowing! How's it feel, Alex? Bet you're regretting all those bad decisions now.”

Alex whimpered softly, his head bowing slightly as he tried to tune out their teasing.

Karen walked past him, pausing only briefly to deliver one last instruction. “When supper is over, Alex, you'll take a bath. After that, you'll call me when you're ready for your bedtime spanking.”

At this, the girls burst into fresh laughter.

“Bedtime spanking?” one of them giggled. “Is that really a thing?”

“It is now!” Lily said, grinning. “He's basically being treated like a toddler at this point.”

Karen turned to the group with a faint smile. “Discipline is discipline, girls. When you misbehave, you face the consequences—no matter how old you are.”

Chapter 16: Bath and Bedtime

As the clock ticked toward the evening, Lily's friends began gathering their things to leave. They couldn't resist one final jab as they passed by Alex, still standing in the corner, hands on his head, his glowing red bottom on display.

“Bye, Alex!” one of them called, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Sleep tight after your bedtime spanking!”

Another giggled. “Hope your butt feels better in the morning! But probably not, huh?”

The door closed behind them, their laughter echoing as they walked down the driveway. Alex let out a soft sigh of relief, but his reprieve was short-lived.

“All right, Alex,” Karen said firmly from the doorway. “You can get dressed now, but quickly. Dinner is ready.”

Alex's hands dropped shakily from his head, and he turned to grab his clothes, his movements stiff and awkward. The sting in his bottom made every step a challenge, but the thought of finally covering himself gave him a small measure of comfort.

Once he was dressed, Alex joined his mother and Lily at the dinner table. The atmosphere was calm but stern, with Karen maintaining an air of authority as she occasionally glanced at Alex's flushed face. Lily, meanwhile, smirked whenever their eyes met, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

After dinner, Karen stood and gave Alex a pointed look. “Go upstairs and take your bath, Alex. Once you're done, you know what you need to do.”

Alex nodded miserably, standing and shuffling toward the stairs without a word.

In the bathroom, Alex sat gingerly on the edge of the tub, the warm water offering little solace to his tender bottom. He scrubbed himself quickly, his mind racing with dread at the thought of what was to come.

Once he was finished, Alex dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His face was still flushed, his eyes puffy from the day's tears. With a shaky breath, he stepped into the hallway and called out gently, his voice barely carrying.

“M-Mom? I’m ready… for my bedtime spanking.”

Karen's voice replied immediately, clear and calm. “We're coming, Alex. Go to your room and wait for us.”

His heart sank, his breath hitting in his throat. A shiver ran down his spine as those two simple words echoed in his ears. We're coming. Not just her— we . He knew that meant Lily was coming too, ready to witness his further humiliation.

His thoughts spiraled in the seconds that followed. Why did she have to bring Lily? Why couldn't it just be Mom? He clenched his fists, a fresh wave of tears prickling at his eyes. She's already seen enough today. They both have. Why does this have to happen again?

Alex stood in his room, trembling as he heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. The door opened, and Karen entered, followed closely by Lily.

Lily smirked, leaning casually against the wall as Karen crossed the room and sat on the edge of Alex's bed. In her hand was the same wooden hairbrush that had already left its mark earlier in the day.

“Alright, Alex,” Karen said, gesturing toward her lap. “You know the drill. Come here.”

Alex's face burned as he shuffled forward, his towel slipping slightly as he moved. With trembling hands, he unwrapped it and placed it on the chair, leaving himself completely bare once again.

Lily snorted softly, her grin widening. “Getting what you deserve, cheater.”

Karen ignored her daughter's comment, her focus entirely on Alex. “Over my lap,” she instructed firmly.

Alex obeyed, draping himself across his knees with a whimper. The cool air against his already-sensitive bottom made him flinch, and he buried his face in his hands as Karen adjusted his position.

“This spanking,” Karen began, raising the hairbrush, “is to ensure you go to bed tonight with a clear understanding of what happens when you cheat. I hope you've been reflecting on your actions today.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex sobbed softly. “I have.”

Karen didn't reply. The first sharp CRACK of the hairbrush filled the room, and Alex let out a loud yelp, his legs twitching.

Lily crossed her arms, watching with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as Karen delivered swat after swat with steady precision.

“Wow, Mom,” Lily said with a grin. “You're really making sure he feels this one, huh?”

Karen's tone was calm but firm. “Discipline isn't about half-measures, Lily. Alex needs to know there are consequences for his choices.”

Alex sobbed openly, his body writhing over Karen's lap as the hairbrush continued to land on his already-tender bottom. Each swat was deliberate, leaving no area untouched, and the sting was almost unbearable.

By the time Karen finally set the hairbrush down, Alex was a sobbing, trembling mess. She helped him stand, steadying him as he wiped his tears.

“Now,” Karen said, her voice softer but still firm, “you'll go straight to bed, Alex. And I expect to see a much-improved attitude tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mom,” Alex choked out, his voice thick with tears.

Karen stood, moving for Lily to follow her. As they left the room, Lily glanced back with a smirk. “Night, Alex. Sweet dreams.”

As Alex gingerly put on his pajamas and climbed into bed, the throbbing pain in his bottom made every movement excruciating. He winced as the fabric of his pajama bottoms brushed against his tender skin, a sharp reminder of the thoroughness of the day's spankings.

He tried lying on his side, but even the faintest pressure against his swollen, glowing cheeks felt a fresh wave of discomfort through him. Frustrated and tearful, Alex shifted to his stomach, pulling the waistband of his pajamas down to his thighs to relieve the stinging sensation.

With his bare, marked bottom exposed to the cool air, Alex whimpered gently into his pillow. He tried pulling the covers over himself for some semblance of comfort, but even the weight of the covers pressing down was too much to bear. With a defeated sigh, he kicked the covers off entirely, leaving himself completely uncovered.

Lying on his tummy, Alex's face burned with residual shame as the events of the day replayed in his mind. The laughter, the teasing, the stern discipline—all of it lingered in the air like a heavy weight. He knew better than to complain further or get up; he could only hope the night would bring some measure of relief.

From the hallway, Karen passed by his door, pausing to glance inside. She noticed Alex lying there, his pajama bottoms pulled down and his glowing red bottom exposed. A faint smile tugged at her lips, not unkind, but firm in its resolve.

“Good,” she murmured quietly to herself, turning away. “Maybe now he'll think twice before misbehaving again.”

Alex sniffled gently into his pillow, his body finally relaxing as the pain dulled slightly. Exhaustion began to overtake him, though the throbbing heat of his bottom ensured he'd remember every detail of the long, humiliating day.