Joey could feel his cheeks flushing along with his bottom when Terra spoke again and guided him in how to show what decision that he’d made. It wasn’t as hard a decision for him as it was for Rose; the cramping of the enema was horrible to take and it would leave him exhausted and feeling icky for the entire night! The babying, however embarrassing, could also be the tiniest bit comforting to the part of him that hadn’t gotten enough of that attention early on. It was the sort of thing he’d have been far too ashamed to admit to, though.
So he shyly brought his left hand up to demonstrate that he’d prefer to let her baby him, even though confessing that made his hand tremble a little bit along with his lower lip. His other hand grabbed tightly at her to keep his hold on the woman, and he swallowed back a whimper as he waited to hear her response. That anticipation was worse than the spanking itself, even, and she certainly wasn’t delivering that lightly to his heated bottom.
The fact that Rose couldn’t tell what Joey had chosen was torture. It was hard for her not to want to intervene, gather him up to her, and play the role of protector that she felt most comfortable in. Instead, she had to keep being a little girl herself in the moment and trust that he could handle himself and that Terra would be…able to deal with it all. It was so hard for her to let go of her control, and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against the wood of the cabin tearfully. How humiliating to be brought to tears already, though it was more from the emotions than even her stinging backside.
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