Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Addison
While her boy worked on his lines, Addison worked on the papers she would have been grading in her office if she wasn’t dealing with her naughty boy. Every so often, Danny would sigh or scuff his feet against the tile floor and it was all she could do not to chuckle at how adorably pouty he looked.
After nearly an hour, he put his pen down, giving his hand a hard shake. “I’m done.”
Rising from her chair, she looked over his shoulder, scanning the surprisingly neat rows of words. “Good job, baby. What are you going to do the next time you’re feeling scared about something?”
“Talk to you,” he mumbled.
Her sweet, sulky boy. “Can you tell me why you didn’t feel like you could talk to me this morning?”
That was, to her, the sticking point. If he didn’t trust her, as a Domme and his Mommy, they were going to have some serious problems.
And beneath it all was her own doubt. Had she pushed him too hard? Demanded too much? Was he, despite his claims to the contrary, scared of her?
“It wasn’t like that,” he said with a deep sigh. “I was just… embarrassed, I guess. Boys aren’t supposed to be scared of things.”
Cupping his face in her hands, she nudged his head up so he was forced to look at her.
When she spoke, she put enough steel in her voice to have his eyes going round.
“You listen to me, Daniel James. Boys can be whatever they need to be. Especially my boy. There is none of that ‘boys don’t cry’ bullshit in my home. Am I understood, little boy?”
Relief and uncertainty both flickered over his face. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good. I can’t be the Mommy you deserve if you don’t come to me and talk to me when you’re scared or worried or even just feeling uncertain about things.”
His bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. “But I’m supposed to be brave. For Kylie. That’s what big brothers do.”
God, he was so fucking sweet. “No, baby. You’re supposed to set a good example for her. And do you think lying to her and to your Mommy is setting a good example?”
Tears pooled on his lashes at that. “No, Mommy.”
“No, it is not. I’m very disappointed that you didn’t come to me with this, and even more disappointed that you lied to your sister about being sick. When we see her this afternoon, you owe her a very big apology.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“That’s my good boy. But before that happens, Mommy is going to make sure you’re never ever tempted to tell another lie. Come with me.”
Taking him by the hand, she led him into her bedroom, where she perched on the edge of the bed. “On the vanity in my bathroom is a wooden hairbrush. Bring it to me, please.”
Some of the color leached from his face, but he nodded and hurried off to the bathroom. He returned a few moments later carrying the heavy brush she’d purchased for exactly this purpose years ago.
Taking the brush from his hand, she set it aside, where he would see it the entire time she was warming him up before she reached for his jeans.
“My good boy does not tell lies,” she scolded as she tugged his boxers and jeans to his knees.
His cock sprang up between them, hard and thick, and she had to bite back a smile at the evidence of how her discipline was affecting him.
“My good boy is honest and communicates with his family when something is upsetting him.”
Pulling him down over one knee, she used her other leg to lock him in place as she rubbed her hand across his bare bottom.
“We will also be having a discussion about the language you use when you are playing your games. I understand there is a certain… culture involved in gaming, but I do not want my boy using such foul language.”
“Y-yes, Mommy. I’m really, really sorry.”
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are certainly going to be.”
Danny
The first crack of her hand against his bare skin was even harder than he remembered and he couldn’t help but jump a bit at the pain blossoming across his bottom.
But no matter what his Mommy said, he wanted to be brave and prove he could take his punishment like a Big boy, so he pressed his lips together against the cry that wanted to burst out of him.
Unlike the first few times she’d spanked him, this one was not slow and measured, nor was it the least bit playful. This spanking was hard and fast, her palm snapping against his bare skin over and over at lightning speed, spreading the burn over every inch of his bottom.
“You are allowed to be scared,” she lectured as she spanked.
“You are allowed to be worried and uncertain and you are even allowed to tell me you aren’t ready to try something.
That’s what safe words are for. What you are not allowed to do is tell lies and destroy the trust your sister and I have in you. ”
Oh, man. An ache spread through his chest at the thought of Kylie not trusting him.
Their Mommy, too, but Kylie was his best friend and she’d relied on him for so much even before Addison had come into the picture.
She looked up to him, very much like a big brother, and the thought of destroying the faith she had in him had tears burning in his eyes.
He was right on the verge of breaking when the spanking stopped and her hand came to rest on his bottom.
“Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, Daniel James. Especially one with the kind of dynamics we have, and even more so when there are three people involved. We cannot have a strong relationship if Kylie and I can’t trust you. ”
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I won’t ever tell another lie, I swear.
” And unlike most spankings, where he was just promising to be good in the desperate hope to end his punishment, he really, really meant what he said.
He never wanted to feel this heavy weight in his chest at the thought of Kylie not trusting him ever again.
“I hope you mean that, baby, because next time we will be having this discussion while you are over my knee holding a bar of soap in your mouth. Am I making myself perfectly clear, little boy?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good. Hand me the hairbrush, please.”
It was possibly one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, including sitting through Professor Eaton’s math classes, to grab the handle of that hairbrush and pass it to his Mommy to use on his already aching ass.
“Thank you, baby. I hope you remember this the next time you’re tempted to lie to me or your sister.”
The heavy wood cracked against his right cheek and every intention he’d had of proving how brave and Big he was flew out the window. “Ow, Mommy, I’m sorry!”
Over and over the brush fell without pause, and no matter how he kicked or cried or wiggled he was trapped between her soft thighs, helpless to avoid the punishing swats.
By the time she finished, he was sobbing harder than he’d ever cried from a spanking before and it felt like every inch of his bottom was on fire.
“My good boy,” Mommy crooned, running her hand over his scorched skin. “Are you ever going to lie to me or Kylie again?”
“N-No, Mommy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll n-never do it again!”
“I believe you, baby. Come here, let Mommy snuggle you.”
Mommy released her hold on him and they stretched out on her bed together, his face buried in her soft breasts while he sobbed out all the fear and guilt he’d been carrying with him all morning.
And the whole time he cried, she held him close, running her fingers through his hair and whispering words of praise.
Until at last he’d cried himself out, and he snuggled into her softness with a quiet sigh.
“I really am sorry,” he mumbled, letting his eyes close as he pressed himself against her.
“I know, baby. And Mommy is so proud of how well you took your spanking.”
Pride welled in his chest. “Really?”
“Yes. But we do still need to talk about some things.”
Pulling away, he blinked up at her through tearful eyes. “What kind of things?”
“We’re adding a new rule to your list, for you and your sister. No missing classes without Mommy’s permission. You can tell me if you’re not feeling well or if you just need a day off, but you will call me and get my permission first.”
“But nobody else has to ask permission to miss class.”
Fire burned in her emerald gaze. “Nobody else is my Little boy. And my Little boy follows the rules his Mommy has for him, regardless of what everyone else is or isn’t doing. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good. The other thing we need to talk about is your language. Do we or do we not have a rule about using naughty words, Daniel James?”
“We do.”
“That rule applies even when Mommy isn’t around to hear you. And even when you are playing games.”
Despite the throbbing burn in his bottom, rebellion welled in his chest. “But that’s not fair.”
“Why do you think it’s unfair?”
“Because all the guys talk like that. They’ll make fun of me if I stop.”
The corners of her lips dipped down in a thoughtful frown. “Is this really important to you?”
He’d never really thought about it before. And now, faced with her earnest question, he wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. “I just… don’t want everyone to think I’m weird.”
“My sweet boy,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair again. “If it’s really that important, we can compromise.”
“What kind of compromise?”
“You promise me you’ll tone down the language as much as you can, and you promise not to use those words around your sister.
If you can do that for me, I won’t punish you for minimal use of naughty words while you’re gaming.
But if you break your promises, you’ll be restricted from your games for a week and you’ll get your mouth washed out with soap. Understood?”
It was a strict compromise, but it was a compromise, nonetheless. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good boy. We have a few more minutes to snuggle and then we need to get you dressed again so you can come to class with Mommy.”
“With you?”
“Yes. You’re going to sit at Mommy’s desk and work on the assignments you missed this morning.”
“Couldn’t I just stay here and work on them?” But even as he asked the question, he could tell what the answer was going to be.
“No. You are going to have to earn back Mommy’s trust, so for the time being, you will not be going anywhere without my supervision.”
His stomach twisted at the knowledge he’d hurt their relationship so badly with his lies. “Yes, Mommy.”
Cupping his face, she leaned in to capture his lips in a long, slow kiss. “If you’re very good for me the rest of the afternoon, Mommy will think about letting you come tonight. Otherwise, you’ll have to watch Mommy and Kylie play without you. So be my good boy and put your clothes on.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Jumping out of bed, he pulled his clothes back on in record time.