Kevin tried to hold back his tears as she sternly talked to him, but it was too much. He was being a little brat, and his attitude had gotten him a well-deserved spanking. The idea that she had actually thrown him over her shoulder, carried her to a quiet place, and spanked his boyish bottom until he cried was just too humiliating for him. A little smack on the rear in the middle of the store would've been embarrassing enough, but this was truly astonishing. Yet the same hands that had held his struggling body and turned his bottom bright red with countless harsh, stinging smacks now cradled and consoled him. He loved his mother as much as he feared being disciplined by her, and he knew that he would be cared for and protected by her. Being snuggled against her, sitting on her long legs, and having her arms around him just felt correct, and the tall woman's authority over the petite boy seemed natural to him.
Kevin remembered, being slightly younger, and having fell asleep in his pajamas while watching TV downstairs. He awoke a bit later, still mostly under the soft shroud of sleep. His head was hanging backwards, not resting against a pillow, and he noticed that his arms and legs were dangling as well, with nothing but the air beneath them. He was like a puppet with it's strings cut, with no control over himself at all. He next realized that he was moving, not still, and that a pair of arms supported him; one under his back and another that his legs were draped over, at the hollow of his knees. As Kevin's vision came back to him, he saw that his mother was carrying him in her arms. She was wearing a white nightgown, and her hair as a bit messy, as if she had already slept and had woken up to come check on him. Feeling and seeing his mother carry his sleepy body to bed so easily made him blush brightly, but he didn't move and she couldn't see his blush in the dark. He chose to pretend he was asleep, and being as tired as he was that wasn't hard to do. Katherine carried her son through the open door of his bedroom, pulled back the covers and tucked him in. Kevin fell back asleep, and slept very peacefully that night.
The memory of that incident, and how drained he was, now made Kevin fall asleep on her mother's lap, the soreness of his bottom not effecting him in his sleep. Katherine now had a sleeping boy on her hands.
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