SSC (youngster): Escalation (F/m, otk)
by Nialos Leaning

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story depicts a young teen boy being spanked by his mother. 
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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
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condones or personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. 
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Escalation
by Nialos Leaning


"I'm not a little boy anymore! Bobby screamed at his mother.

"Maybe not," came the response, "but you're about to be
spanked like one. You're not to argue with me, ever. Do I
make myself clear?"

"Yes, mom," the thirteen-year-old replied.  His big mouth
again had him in trouble.  He'd asked to stay out late. 
She'd said no.  He'd argued back, finishing with his
sarcastic "little boy" line.


"Get over here, now!" ordered his mom.

"Please, mom," pleaded Bobby, "I'm too big to spank."

"Arguing, after I've warned you?" rhetorically asked the
irate parent. "The only thing you're too big for is your
britches.  Off with those jeans!"

Knowing that not complying meant much worse when his father
arrived home, Bobby reluctantly removed his jeans before
going to his mother.  She promptly positioned him over her
lap.

A crescendo of hand spanks descended upon Bobby's underpants 
clad buttocks.  Soon he was squirming about, lightly kicking
his legs, softly sobbing. 

After thirty spanks, Bobby's mom pronounced, "Time for the
ruler."

"No, not the ruler!" shouted Bobby at his mother.  It had
been two years since Bobby's bottom last tasted the thick
wooden ruler.  He still remembered vividly its sting and
pain.

"Yes, the ruler," insisted his mother, standing him up. 
"I told you, no arguing. Get those underpants off."

Blushing furiously, Bobby removed his briefs.  The last time
his mom had seen his privates had been the last time she
used the ruler.  Then, he was still a hairless little boy. 
Now, he was a teenager with a small pubic bush. 

In short order, Bobby was back over his mother's lap, the
ruler turning him into a loudly shrieking, furiously
bucking, rapidly kicking banshee.  Forty smacks later, a
very red bottomed and hysterically crying Bobby was on his
feet, rubbing his backside, dancing a jig toward his
discarded clothing.

"Forget those things," his mom barked. "Till bedtime,
you're staying just as you are."

"Mom!" exclaimed a shocked Bobby, "you just can't make me
stay like this.  Kelly has two friends coming over."

"I know," came the answer. "You're also arguing again. 
You're to stay by the girls all evening, waiting on them,
getting them drinks, serving them snacks, whatever they
want."

"No way," screamed Bobby, "I won't do it!"

"Yes you will," his mother insisted.  "Except for
school, you're remaining bare bottomed for four days."

Bobby's crying, never having completely subsided, now picked
up in volume.  "Please, mom, I can't stay naked, it's too
embarrassing. Suppose my friends, or Kelly's, come over?"

"You play with your's, wait on Kelly's.  You're still
arguing.  You're up to seven days with a bare bottom." 

Finally, a light went off in Bobby's head.  Whenever he
argued with his mom about his punishment, she made it
worse.  Not only had his big mouth gotten him in trouble, it
was still getting him in trouble.  With a supreme effort,
he suppressed the comment he was about to make.

Slapping his sore butt, Bobby's mom commanded, "downstairs."

Without uttering a word, Bobby went down the stairs.