Steven's Second Chance (for French Polynesia)

[justmedk]

What Steven hadn't been told - mostly because the doctors had forgot to inform him - was that the procedure would leave him physically weaker than he was even at 13 originally. Nothing that would impede his day-to-day functions, of course. It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to hold himself upright, or use everyday objects.

But any physal exertions or struggles would be vastly more difficult than the first time around. In the here and now, that meant that while he did start to struggle, and struggle very hard, as the spanking intensified, there was nothing he could do but lie there and take his punishment. His struggles to squirm and kick were in vain.


"Mommypleeaase!", he pleaded, just before Denise held out the pink teddy bear which he instantly fell in love with - despite pink being a "girl's color". He clung to it tightly, burying his face in it. When she resumed the spanking, it was all he could do to keep from crying, but he used what little remained of his willpower to try his best to keep the tears at bay.

When she paused, he felt relief, thinking that he'd weathered it without caving. Yes, it hurt, but it was manageable, he thought. It wasn't until she spoke up that he knew that his trials were only just starting, and when she placed the hairbrush in front of him, he gulped audibly.


"Please mommy nooo", he pleaded as she told him she'd be using the glove, before he buried his face against the teddy bear again when he realized that it was useless when he heard the glove constrict to fit her hand perfectly.
The first smack was at least twice as bad as any so far, and he gasped, unable for a few moments to comprehend how much it stung.

He didn't keep quiet for long, though, as when she found her rhythm again, this time with the glove on, it was much, much worse than the first time around, and he couldn't keep the tears back any longer.
He'd tried so hard for so long, and had thought that he'd made it, only to now find out that it had only been the beginning. He had used all of what little strength he had, and there was nothing left now.

So all he could do was bury his face against the teddy bear and bawl as the pain overwhelmed his senses.
But, unbeknownst to him at the moment, something else happened too: The beginning of a catharsis that would eventually - when he'd calmed down again seemingly an eternity from now - leave him feeling much better.


For the moment, though, his entire world was tears, pain, shame, embarrassment and desperation to be back in Mommy's good book.


"WWAHAHAAAAHAAA MAAMAAAA PLEEAAAAHEEAAASEEE BOOHOHOOOOAAAAAHHH", Steven wailed pitifully, as Denise set his bottom aflame.

[French Polynesia]

One of the side effects of the glove, Denise found out, was that it quadrupled the sound of each smack. It was meant to be psychological- a louder sound made the spankee feel like he's being hit harder, even though the actual physical pain was less intense.

But one thing she wasn't counting on was how loud it was. That, Steven's escalating bawling and the fact that the maid Stella had left the bedroom door slightly ajar (the acoustic design of the house amplified the sounds even more) meant that Steven's worst nightmare was coming true.

"She's really letting him have it, isn't she?" Stella, the younger maid asked the older one Janice, the maid who had taken Steven on the tour.

"Mistress was spanked plenty by her mom and dad till she was fourteen. She blames the stoppage of it as a reason why she ended up spiralling out of control. I am expecting this to be a regular thing here." Replied Janice. She was with Denise throughout her child star phase and knew her the most.

"I think this is a wonderful development, to be honest. The way she seems to be interacting with him- I haven't seen her smile so wide in a long time." Said Stella.

"Steven seems to be a sweetheart as well. He's very shy- something our mistress can cure. She was born to be a mother. This arrangement is a much better for her than the endless stream of one night stands and abusive boyfriends she had till now."

The smacks stopped suddenly. "Is it over?"
.....

Denise surveyed her work. Steven's backside was an even pink, from the upper curves all the way down to his sit spots.

"You handled that very well, honey. Mommy is so proud of you." She had let him catch his breath, softly rubbing his back, small soothing circles . On most normal days, this would be the end of the punishment and the beginning of snuggles and kisses. But not today.

Her hand went towards the hairbrush, lying inches from Steven's face. Denise felt it's weight- solid oak, sturdy. She winced involuntarily at the memories of her mother wholloping her bottom with a model similar to this.

"Okay honey", she whispered in his ear. "Last part. This is going to HURT." Denise was not sugarcoating it. "My mom's brush stung like a thousand bees. You'll be getting your set on a sensitive bottom. I do NOT want to repeat this, do you understand, young man? This hurts me as much as it does you.

I am going to give you twelve hard strokes. You got your first criminal charge when you were 13 and was caught at the age of 25. That's one stroke for each year. After this everything is forgiven and we can start our new life together."

Denise tapped the brush on his tush a couple of times, running the flat surface across both cheeks.

"Are you ready?"

...
A few minutes later both the maids heard a dull smack, followed by a piercing scream of a Banshee.

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Steven could no longer hold back at all, and wailed freely, not caring at all about privacy or modesty or anyone hearing anything, anymore. All he cared about was this ending, and getting back in Mommy's good book. So when the constant assault on his bottom stopped, there was a small part of him who thought that it was finally over. That he had finally weathered it...until she showed him the hairbrush at which time he panicked, though he had not strength left to fight.


"NOOOMAMAPLEEASENOBRUSSHHPLEEAAASSEEAAUUUUUUUHUUUR RTTSSSS", he blabbered as she explained how the brush would be used, not really hearing any part of the explanation after "brush"
When she asked him if he was ready, Steven shook his head wildly, not wanting any more spanking:

"MAMANOOHOOOPUHLEEEAASENOMOOOREPWOMISSGOOODDDD ", he wailed, but in vain as the brush descended with a loud smack, and the sting that spread through his rear was orders of magnitudes worse than the previous smacks, and his scream was louder and more piercing too.


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEE" came the high-pitched wail of the thoroughly well-spanked 13-year-old-looking-like-10 over Denise's lap
That's when all his ability to speak coherently vanished, and all that was left was a wailing, blubbering child hiding his face against an absorbant teddy bear as his rear was being set alight, and he began sounding less like a 13-year old than a baby with colic.


"WAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAUUUUUUUUHUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUU" came the desperate wail of the boy getting his first ever experience with being held accountable.

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"four!"

The hairbrush slammed hard, pitting hard oak again soft flesh of a 13 year old penny's bottom. The piercing scream of Steven gave the verdict- hairbrush leads soft tender bottom 4-0.

Denise was surprised by how quickly she was turning into a no nonsense penny mother. She was convinced the moment Steven flashed her his puppy dog eyes (which, as a daughter to a stern mom herself, Denise could say was on point), she would melt. But no, not even his cries, even those earsplitting screams, heartbreaking as it may be, would convince her to go easy. 12 strokes was what she had promised him. 12 strokes is what he will get.

"Six"
Denise counted the strokes out loud, waiting about 40 seconds before the next strike. She often scolded him in this time, letting him know exactly why the next blow was for, rubbing the brush across his cheeks, lightly tapping them in anticipation before pulling her hand back and delivering the next blow.

"Eight!"

"You were a very bad twenty one year old, Steven page! Hanging around gang members, for crying out loud! If you so much as SPEAK to a stranger from now on, I swear to god, you'll end up in this same position with two smoking hot red buns. Am I making myself clear?"

"Eleven!"

There were dark pink splotches where the brush struck. This was one lesson Steven won't be forgetting in a hurry. If lucky, it'll stay with him for the rest of his life.

But it was also time to end it.

"Twelve!"

Denise quickly lifted up her baby boy and pressed his face between her chest, sitting him on her lap, bottom not touching anywhere.

She didn't believe in corner time AFTER punishment. It was to be done before, so that the child can reflect on their actions. Now was a time for comfort.

She didn't say a single word while he cried out. Nothing would get through to him in this state. It was an almost infantile reaction to the pain. Love, comfort and the warmth of a maternal bosom as his breathing got in sync with her heart beat, a tight embrace and gentle rocking while his mommy hummed a sweet little tune- THAT was what he would understand.

She kept him there as long as he needed.

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Steven did indeed not hear a single word of what Denise said to him during the hairbrush part of the spanking. Her voice was drowned out by his cries and wailing which had lost all coherence long ago. He had no idea of the visual state of his bottom, all he knew was that it burned like hellfire, and he would never sit down comfortably again, but if only Mommy would forgive him, that would be okay too.


It was a good solid half minute before he realized that the spanking was over, and he was no longer laying over Mommy's lap, but sitting on it, his face buried in her bosom. And when he did realize, he wrapped his arms around her as much as he could reach, and wailed even louder than before.....but there was a qualitative difference to the crying this time. It wasn't the desperate cries of pain and shame and embarrassment any longer. It was the cries of catharsis. It was finally over. He had finally gotten through it, and he DID feel much,much better than before. He hadn't felt this good about himself since....well.....since he was 13 the first time around when all of these problems had started with one bad decision that had led to another...and another...and another until the hammer of the law had fallen.

Now that was all gone as the morning dew, and part of his crying was because of a sense of relief and absolution so intense that it was difficult if not impossible to put into words.
He clung to her tightly, face still buried in her bosom as he used her breast almost as a pillow to rest his head on, as he cried, but also started to feel more safe, more secure...more...protected...taken care of...than he could remember ever having felt in his life.


"A...aaauuuu...it....it hurts mamaaa", he whimpered, using the more childish "mama" without even thinking about it until much later.

[French Polynesia]

As the incoherent sobbing turned into words Denise could start to understand, the actress stepped up her game, peppering his face with soft kisses as she continually offered him words of comfort. A lot of the words she said was inconsquential, what matters was the tone. He was safe now, in his mama's loving embrace.

Denise gently continued rocking him, his small frame making him easy to move around. What she wanted was for her little boy to take a long nap- the spankings intensity had worn him out. His bottom would also start it's healing process- the cream also accelerated cellular regeneration- so a three hour nap would turn the deep red rear end into a light pink.

She laid down on the bed, Steven still at her chest pillow. Once his soft breaths started, signalling his journey to slumber land. She gently placed him on the bed, handing him her old teddy bear. After her holding it for years, it carried Denise's scent, so subconsciously, Steven would still feel he is in his mommy's presence.

Denise got up, swapping her tank top, now soaking wet with Steven's tears and drool, for a new one. She needed to give Steven something to look forward to after waking up. So she went to her office table and on a thick card, she wrote

Congratulations, Steven Page!!!

For taking mommy's spanking like a brave boy, you have earned ONE gift when we go out shopping tomorrow. You can ask for whatever you want*. To claim this gift, return this certificate to mommy along with one big kiss.

*Except video games. Mommy would like you to go out and play.**
** However if you insist on buying video games for you, mommy can start negotiations at ten kisses.
Xoxo

She placed the note next to the sleeping boy, giving him another kiss.

.....

Denise spent the rest of the day working. She fired her agent, wrote a statement about the new rejuvenation system (parents need to provide their kids with plenty of affection. Also no mandatory spankings) read half a screenplay before deciding it sucked, then worked out for half an hour.

It was approaching nighttime, so Denise had Stella sent to her room to see if Steven was up.

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Steven calmed down little by little as she comforted him, smiling shyly as she kissed him and he clung to her with what little strength remained to him, though he was very obviously exhausted physically and mentally from the ordeal, not to mention that his bottom was still burning.
He still clung to her as she laid down on the bed, but it didn't take long after he had reached horizontal position before he drifted off and didn't sense anything more.....
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At least for a while. Then he suddenly found himself back in his old neighborhood, in the very store where he'd done his first shoplifting, setting him on this dark track so many years ago. He was reliving the moment that had sent him on a path of crime - stealing a chocolate bar from a candy store as a dare - but just before his hands reached the bar, he felt someone behind him grasping his wrist. He turned around, and saw an idealized, dream-version of Denise, looking at him with a look that was simultaneously love unfiltered, and intense sternness.


"Steven Page, that is very naughty", dream-Denise said, before she pulled him out of the store.....and into a replica of the room he was in, as best as his conscious mind had managed to store the image of it in the brief time he had spent paying attention to it. It was of course not 100% right, and some of the features were more towering and imposing, but also radiated more "protection" in that weird way that only works in dreams.


"Naughty boys get spankings", dream-Denise said, and he suddenly found himself over the woman's lap, which seemed even bigger, and he even smaller, than the real experience had been. When the slaps started to rain down, there was no pain in the dream, but only a sensation of love, care, protection, safety.

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And that's when he woke up after his nap, expecting his bottom to still be burning like the sun, but finding that there was only a slight sting left. He saw the note and read it, blushing but smiling at the same time. He had just finished reading it when Stella came in, and he looked at the floor in embarassment, knowing intellectually that the maids must have heard everything that went on earlier.

When Denise herself arrived, he hugged her tightly, gave her the note, and kissed her cheek five times on each cheek, like some Frenchman who was bad at math and didn't know how many times he'd already done it.

He looked up at her, and gave her a look he had never given anyone before in his life. It was complete love - the kind of love that little boys have for their mommies that make them think that their mommy is the best mommy in the world - and trust, before he threw himself in her arms and clung to her again.

[French Polynesia]

Denise had a quick bath after her workout and was heading back to her room when Steven ran up towards her and jumped into her arms. She instinctively hugged him back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When he started enthusiastically kissing her, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Whoa, easy there, kiddo." She said as she hugged her again, her height and his small statue meant he barely reached up to her chest. Denise scooped up her chubby little boy, who in the confusion seemed to have forgotten his pyjamas were off.

"He certainly is affectionate, isn't he?" Denise asked her maid, who nodded with a sly smile. "Well, me and Steven will be having our dinner in about an hour.

What'd you like, sweetie?" She asked Steven who mumbled his response. The maid courtesied and left.

Denise was still holding him across her waist his hands around her neck. She gently rubbed his bottom cheeks. "Do they still hurt?" His expression made her feel that the worst was behind him.

She walked up to her rocking chair, Steven in tow. It was an intimate part of her life, with Denise's mother often snuggling with her on one for hours post spanking, where she would talk with her daughter about her behaviour, how much she loved her. Sometimes a story or two.

Denise sat down, placing Steven on the now familiar position on her chest. She gently played with his hair for a few seconds before giving him a quick kiss on his forehead to get his attention.

"Now, sweetheart. Since we have got the punishment spanking out of the way, I'll let you know the rules regarding the house. Keep in mind, you can talk to me anytime about anything, so if you are not sure, I always want you to ask me. Don't assume that I will be angry or inconvenienced- because I won't be. As of now, you are my number one priority.

Number one- I expect complete obedience from you. Especially when we are out in public. Now, the rest of the world doesn't know how you look like, but after a couple of weeks, I expect your face to be on some tabloid cover.
So whenever you are out with me, always stick close to me. Don't wander off or put yourself in danger- that is the surest way to earn a trip over my knee. Misbehaving in public will mean a quick correction on the spot, followed by a long session back home with the glove. So if you don't want to see the picture of you getting spanked in public on TV, please do exactly what I tell you.

Two- always be polite to the staff. Stella will be keeping an eye on you if I am not here. I have given her strict instructions on monitoring your screen time- no TV or videos or games for more than an hour a day. Any extra minutes will be reported to me, and you'll be getting one smack per minute. In front of her" Denise teased the last part to provoke a reaction out of him. Her hands was softly massaging his backside the whole time to reduce whatever sting is remaining.

"Three- the wave pools and woods in the grounds are strictly off limits. I don't know if you are a strong swimmer or not, but the currents are set for mommy's exercises. Plus the woods may have wild animals that are dangerous."

Four-..." Denise stopped. She had a feeling it might be too much information for him at the moment.

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Steven had indeed not thought about the fact that he still wasn't wearing his PJ bottoms. He only remembered that when he felt his bare bottom impact the woman's lap, and that caused him to blush crimson, but the feeling of being in Mommy's embrace was enough that he didn't really care all that much.


When he was asked what he'd like for dinner, he managed to mumble "Lasagna?" apparently loud enough for her to hear. Asked about whether his butt still hurt, Steven blushed again and looked down

"A....a little", he said, "But....not like....like before", he said with a bit of a pout, but not a defiant one. He followed meekly when she led him over to the rocking chair, and winced slightly when she sat him on her lap, but immediately relaxed as she put him in the by now familiar and safe position of resting his head on her chest, hearing her heartbeeat, and calming down more and more. When she kissed his forehead, Steven smiled shyly, but looked up at her eager to hear what she wanted to tell him, and blushing again when she told him she that he was her no 1 priority.
He didn't even think of her as "Denise Page, the famous actress" anymore at all. Not the faintest trace of that was left anywhere. To him, she was now just "Mommy".

As she started to mention the rules, Steven listened, and he couldn't help but squirm a little bit uncomfortably as she mentioned getting spanked in public - even if it was just a "quick correction", but he nodded calmly.

When she mentioned no TV or video games more than an hour a day, though, he looked at her somewhat shocked

"But....but what about...I mean...what about the rest of the day?", he asked. "Like...an hour is....isn't really all that much", he protested mildly, deciding to not say "it's too little" because he feared she might cut it down even more, and he'd be even more bored.

When she mentioned that the pool and woods were off limits, he just nodded calmly, not really interested in either. He'd always hated going swimming and avoided it whenever he could, and never really liked the woods either.


When she said four, but didn't continue, he looked up at her with wide, attentive eyes, waiting for what would come next.


"What, Mommy?", he asked cautiously, big eyes looking up at her inquisitively.

[French Polynesia]

Denise smiled at his protests about TV.

"Oh no you don't, little one. Spending too much time on that silly things will rot your brains. I won't be raising a couch potato, glued to the screen all the time. You'll go outside and play."

Denise wanted him to play outside and get some exercise. He was not obese, but it was a slippery slope. With access to any food he wanted (she definitely wasn't going to restrict what he ate) and not leaving the house, he needed something to occupy him physically.

She had initially thought of swimming- she was a big fan and thought she could teach him. It would give her some activity to spend time together. He didn't seem too enthusiastic though, so she thought she could ask him some other time.

When he asked her what else, she smiled at how he hung on to every word. Denise never felt this much love from any one but her parents.She was isolated from the world, far above everyone in a gilded cage of fame. Steven was everything she ever wanted, someone who loves her unconditionally for who she was and not because of her fame.

"And number four- you're mommy's baby boy now and I get to kiss you as much as I want.." She said, launching an assault of kisses and tickling his sides till he had enough.

"Now... About the card I gave you. I seem to recall you giving me ten kisses. So, what is it you want? Remember, you can say anything. Don't worry about the cost.

We are going shopping tomorrow morning. I need to get you some clothes, plus other supplies, books. "