It’s Hard to be a Kid

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Isabella yawned and hit the alarm clock, sitting up. It was a beautiful Sunday morning at her happy home. She went to clean her face, put on her lounging around the house cloths, and brushed her raven-black hair.

Once she was ready for the day, she picked up her hairbrush and went to her little boy’s room to wake him up… and give him his Sunday spanking.

Society had finally come to the subconscious realization that children were naturally mischievous, and needed regular, long, hard bare-bottom spankings to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Entering her son’s room, Isabella’s amethyst-purple eyes shone with loving tenderness for her boy… but also the willingness to punish him.

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Charles, as most of the boys of his age, didn't had the privileges that other kids had years ago. Now the kids were subjected for harsh discipline and control, and he wasn't the exception. Every Sunday, he had an alarm that would rang ten minutes before her mother's one. It wasn't an accident. He was expected to fold his bed neatly and go to the corner, pajama lowered and bottom on display. That way he would wait until his mom checked the bed and then ensured that he was a good boy. Consequences could be... severe, if he failed to do so.

The boy went out of his bed and then folded it. He tried his best, but he was still having some harsh times with it. They weren't consistent and he could do it well one day and fail another one. The days he did it well he could not get a spanking it he wasn't scheduled for one. However, the days he had one scheduled, if he failed those days things could be bad.

The 7 years old boy finished it and then he went to the corner, lowering his pajama pants. No underwear for sleeping, so he waited, hands on his short brown hair, as he heard her mommy comming.

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Soon, his Mommy came in, humming a happy tune. She went to where her bare-bottomed boy was standing in the corner. “Good morning, Charles, darling. Did you sleep well, my love?” She lovingly gave him some pats and rubs on his bare boyish bubble-butt. Once she had his answer, she went to check his bed. Frowning, she said, “Charles, you didn’t do a very good job making your bed up today. I think some extra smacks are going to have to be in order.”

She decided to be kind and fix his bed, before sitting down and patting her lap. “Come here, young man. Your bare bottom is long past due for a good spanking,” she sternly scolded. She loved her little boy dearly, and wanted the best for him… so she made sure to keep him on the straight and narrow with many a good spanking.

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The boy listened at his mommy and then, from the corner, he said "Yes Mama. I slept very well". He could tell by her voice that she was in good humor. Then he felt the usual pats on his bared bottom. Nothing too hard, just some playful pats. But then, he heard mommy's voice. If at the beginning she seemed happy, now she didn't. It was right that he had rushed making his bed, but he was sure it was well enough.

"Oh, mommy, how so? I was sure I had done it well, just like yesterday". He wasn't sounding too defiant, but still complained, since he was sure it wasn't that bad. The boy had spanks scheduled and he wasn't some extra smacks!

However, even if the idea of being spanked wasn't appealing, he walked meekly to find his mom. The last thing he wanted was to make her angrier so he walked slowly and then he put himself over her lap. He trusted his mom, even if sometimes he tended to backtalk a bit. The boy also knew that he got frequent discipline to keep him good. He understood the reasons, even if he didn't liked them.

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“I’m glad you did, my love,” Mama told him.

Soon, she had the boy over her knees. She went the extra mile to make sure he was comfortable over her lap. She only wanted his backside to be disciplined, not any other part of him, after all. “I’m afraid the sheets were all bunched up, darling. They weren’t neat and proper like I showed you. But don’t worry, we’ll fix it once your discipline is over, okay?”

She gave his bottom some gentle pats and rubs before picking up the hairbrush. “Alright, darling, here we go.” The next thing the little boy knew, he was getting his rump spanked with a hairbrush!

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

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Her mommy never stopped smiling and that gave Charles some reassurance. The boy put himself comfortable over her lap, knowing pretty well that this comfort wasn’t going to last. Then, he heard his mother and nodded quietly. He did know how to properly fold a bed, but her mommy was a perfectionist, she wanted things in a way and he had to do it that way.

Then, he closed his eyes in anticipation. The next thing he felt was the pain of the flat surface of the hairbrush on his cute little bottom. It stung! The boy moved his legs a bit as he started to complain softly. “Owwwie, owwie, owwie, owwwie, owwwie, owwie” he complained after each hit.

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SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

The hairbrush continued to connect sharply with Charles’ bare behind, making his buttocks bounce and color from every smack. Isabella held him down firmly, allowing him to kick and wiggle some, but still preventing him from attempting to escape behavioral correction. “I don’t enjoy doing this, darling,” she told him. “But Mama has to make sure you will continue being a good boy.”

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

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Charles kept squirming and complaining softly, as he felt every kiss of the wooden hairbrush against his bottom. Each hit added more heat on his bummie and increased the stung. The effect was cumulative, making the spanking painful even if each of the hits weren’t as strong as if it was a punishment.

He heard her mommy telling that she wasn’t enjoying and nor he was doing. Charles moved his legs a bit and then he felt his face wet. Tears were rolling down his cute cheeks as the spanking continued. “Owwww owwww I am sorry, mama, I will fold my bed better” he said. Even if some seconds ago he was sure he had did his better well, now he would take any corrections if that implied getting rid of that spanking

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SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

“I know you will, Charles. You’re my good boy, and I will show you how to do it again, so you might be able to skip any corrections tomorrow,” she said, smacking away.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

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(sorry for the delay! A bit of a busy week)

Charles squirmed as he felt the hits on his now sore bottom. The boy tried to move his legs as he cried because of the hits. "Owwwieeee owwwwie owwwie" he complained as the cumulative sting began to be a bit much.