Chapter 17 #2
He did as he was told, and despite his “perfect temperature”, Nurse MacIntosh insisted on finishing his exam. Complete with a very thorough examination of his genitals that left his face burning with humiliation.
But one look at the hunger in his Mommy’s eyes as he slid from the table helped ease some of his embarrassment as his own need stirred.
Clearly, his Mommy had enjoyed his exam, or perhaps she’d simply enjoyed how much he hadn’t enjoyed it.
Either way, pleasing her had his cock twitching as he pulled his boxers and jeans back on.
“Your boy is in perfect health, Professor. I see no reason he can’t engage in whatever activities you have planned for him today.”
“Thank you, Nurse MacIntosh. I appreciate you making the time for us today.”
Once he was dressed, Mommy took his hand again and led him back out to the lobby. But instead of heading toward the doors that would lead them out to the dorms, she headed for the gift shop.
Stopping in front of a giant display of plugs, she scanned the offerings in front of them, all without releasing his hand. “I left the plugs I bought for you and your sister in my office. And I’m not sure any of them are appropriate for my naughty boy anyway.”
“Mommy.”
He was whining, and he knew he was whining.
He was also painfully aware of how many people were around, watching and listening to him behave like a bratty Little.
And yet, the more embarrassed he got the deeper he seemed to slide into that space and he couldn’t drag himself out no matter how hard he tried.
Finally letting go of his hand, Mommy pinned him with a stern look.
“Whining is not going to keep you from getting your naughty bottom plugged and spanked. Stand right there while I pick out some new plugs for you. Oh, and text your sister to let her know you’re with me and to meet us in my classroom after her final class of the day. ”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Seemingly satisfied that he’d do as she’d instructed, she turned back to the wall of plugs while he pulled his phone out to text Kylie.
Danny:
I’m with Mommy. She said to tell you to meet us in her classroom after your final class.
Kylie:
Aw, okay. Are you feeling any better?
Danny:
Yeah. Sorry I worried you.
Kylie:
It’s all good! I’m just glad you’re feeling better! See you later!
Guilt sat heavy in his chest, so heavy he didn’t bother to protest when his Mommy picked out a rather large-looking plug along with a smaller one and carried them over to the register. With that chore complete, she once more took his hand and led him out of the building.
“So, are you going to tell Mommy what happened this morning?” she asked as they walked.
“I lied about being sick and I got caught. What more is there to tell?”
From the corner of his eye, he saw her brows rise. “Do you really think this is the time to be getting smart with me, little boy?”
No. Absolutely not. Ducking his head, he answered her in a much more respectful tone. “No, Mommy.”
“Much better. Now, why did you play hooky? Were you just not in the mood to go to class? It’s okay if that was the reason, we all need a break from time to time.”
It would be so easy to take the out she’d given him. But he was already in trouble for lying and adding another lie on top of it seemed like the worst idea. Eventually, he’d have to come clean about how scared he was of being plugged, and his lie would be exposed anyway.
Ugh. Why had he thought this was a good idea? “No, that’s not why.”
“Then what happened, baby?”
“I was scared.”
They’d reached the building that held the staff apartments and Mommy paused to look up at him, her expression twisted into one of concern. “You were scared of me?”
“No, not you. Of being plugged. I just got really in my head about it and freaked out.”
“I see.” Her words were clipped in a way that had him shuffling his feet, nerves twisting in his stomach. “So instead of coming to me and talking to me, you just decided to avoid me altogether.”
“Yeah.” And yeah, he knew how badly he’d messed up. “I’m really sorry, Mommy.”
“Hmm. Are you still scared of being plugged?”
“A little. But having my temperature taken wasn’t so bad, so I think… I think maybe I’ll be okay.”
“That’s good to hear. But we won’t be using a plug today, at least not for your punishment.”
“We won’t?”
“No.” Turning, she led him the short distance to her apartment. Inside, she helped him out of his coat before pointing to the small kitchen table. “Sit.”
Confused, but unwilling to push her any further than he already had, he took a seat at the table. A moment later, a large legal pad appeared in front of him, along with a pen.
“You are going to write this a hundred times, and then we’re going to talk some more.”
Picking up the pen, Mommy carefully printed out a sentence at the top of the page.
I will not avoid my Mommy when I am scared or worried. I will tell her my fears so we can work through them together.
“One hundred,” she reminded him, handing him the pen. “And then we can discuss the rest of your punishment.”