As his mother continued to spank his bottom, Amir began to find it more and more difficult to hold back the groans and yelps of pain that were fighting to escape from him.
"O-Ow! Ah!" He squirmed more and more at the hard swats of her palm, his fingers gripping even more tightly to the edge of the stool.
It was always this way, out of some sense of pride, he would try to hold back his cries, but in the end she always got them out of him. She wouldn't stop until she did.
It had occurred to him in the past if he complained loudly from the beginning she might end his punishment earlier, but then again, he doubted that she'd be fooled.
When she began scolding him again and pointed out that compared to the amount of time she spent chasing after him, giving him a spanking was hardly a 'waste of time' he couldn't help but whine.
"N-No, really- Ow! You don't need to! Oww...!" He pleaded, becoming worried that she was serious about the daily punishment.
When she stopped suddenly, Amir thought for a split second that perhaps she was done, then he remembered the dreaded switch that was waiting on the table.
When his mother spoke again it confirmed his worst fears.
Real punishment? He thought to himself, his breath a little heavy as he tried in vain to make the most of the short break between punishments. As if this wasn't a real punishment!
He was so caught up in his thoughts he barely had time to register what she had ordered him to do before the first lash struck his already sore behind.
"Ow!" He yelped in pain, jerking forward a bit, a couple of small tears pricking the sides of his eyes.
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