Wild-bill

Cordova's Boys Home

Chapter 2
Charley and Billy

Overview

It was now the fourth day at Cordova. Most of the boys were now settling into their respective routines. It was the middle of the afternoon. Mrs. Matlock was well into her second day of instruction at her special school. Six boys were in attendence, two were missing. They were missing for a good reason. They had been very bad boys and they were being punished. The names of the boys were Charley, 12 years old. Billy who was 13. Both of the boys stayed in the same cottage together with their surrogate parents, the Franks'.

The Frank's cottage was right next to the Durden's. In fact all of the cottages were extremely close together so that it wasn't unusual to hear the tell-tale sounds of a spanking or scolding without even trying. The Franks were about second up from the bottom when it came to severity. Only the Durdens were considered more lenient in the expert opinion of Mrs. Matlock. Mr. Frank was a calm, sedate and easy going young man. Mr Frank was even less involved in the punishment duties then even Mr. Durden. He tried to take care of the day to day responsibities and for the most part left the disciplining to his wife. Mrs. Frank had more of a passion for punishment you might say. Standing about 5- 7 [1.70 m] she was not quite as physically imposing as Mrs. Durden and she was perhaps not quite as caring as Mrs. Durden. Like Mrs. Durden though, she was a big believer in Mrs. Matlock's theories of regression and punishment. Besides knowing a thing or two about how to properly give a good spanking, her particular specialties, included, shame clothing, and mouth-soaping techniques among others.

Both of the boys were at Cordova for the same reason. They were both habitual shop-lifters. Nothing major, just little petty stuff. After both boys were given several chances they were given a choice of four month stays at the local JDC or a month of punishment at Cordova. So it was only logical to Mrs. Matlock that they be paired up together, since there were eight boys but only six cottages. The boys were a bit of a contrast. One thing that both boys did have in common was that they were brought up on a steady diet of bare bottom spankings and other old-fashioned punishments, by their real parents. There the similarities ended. Charley, who was very immature and small for his age was shy and more submissive, somewhat similar to Tommy, next door. He was generally sorry for his misbehavior, but of course it was a bit late for that. But he did have a more remorsefull attitude to start off with then Billy. Billy was about the size he should be for a 13 year old and had started puberty. He was a bit more wild then Charley, and was more prone to get himself into trouble. He was also a bit rebellious and had a bit of a attitude problem that needed correcting. Cordova was just the place to take care of that sort of thing, so he was in good hands. Both boys were perhaps a bit plumb for there ages and both had very spankable little bottoms. The kind that protrude out slighty, almost asking to be spanked !

Mrs Matlock had suggested to the parents that they use multi- spanking sessions during their traing sessions at the beginning. Mrs. Frank decided to go with the minimal one punishment session a day for the first two weeks to take care of the shop-lifting. However this also included a special hand strap that was very painfull, to be used across both of the boys' palms. She thought this would be a good way to remind both of the boys to keep there hands to themselves when they were in the stores. She preferred to have her little session as a night-time event, instead of first thing in the morning as the Durden's did. She wanted both boys to think about what they had coming at the end of the day in the form of a bed-time punishment session. She wanted them to make sure that they knew the reason why they were there at Cordova. And just in case they forgot, she was usually around from time-to-time to give them reminders of what they were in store for later. Their entire normal nightly punishment routine will be gone over in detail in a separate section of the chapter. But right now as boths naughty boys anxiously waited in their shame punishment clothing, they were in for a special night-time session. They were really in for it.

Billy had swiped a pack of Mr. Frank's cigarettes the night before and Charley didn't even know about it. This morning he told Charley what he had done and convinced him to smoke just one before they got ready for school. The two mischevious boys made sure that no one was around and then shared exactly one cigarette while they sat on the bed in their room. When they were finished they flushed the butt down the toilet in their ajoining bathroom, thinking that they had gotten away with it.

When Mrs. Frank came into their room several minutes later she thought that she smelled cigarette smoke. When she questioned the boys about it, both of them made the additional mistake of denying it and lying about it. After smelling the obvious smoke on both of their breathes, the boys could do little but to admit to what they had done. After several more minutes of intense questioning the entire full story came out. After finding out what had transpired she immediately called up Mrs. Matlock to inform her that both boys would not be at school today and what they had done. She in turn after school got started told the rest of the boys what had happened. She told them that both boys would not be at school today because they were going to spend it being punished.

Furthermore when they came to school the next day, they would be required to write a long essay detailing there entire punishment, and then each read out loud in front of the class. Both boys were immediately told to change into their punishment clothes and to wait in the bedroom until it was time to be taken down to the punishment room down in the basement. The shame clothes hung on a large wooden peg in their rooms right by the door in full view. So that they would be constantly reminded of them when they wern't wearing them The clothes consisted of:

1. A childish tee-shirt that was a size or 2 too small for either of them. Charley's had colored ballons on it. Billy's had little cars and trucks on it. Both of the tee-shirts ended at the boys' navels, they were so short
2. A pair of girl's knee length plain white socks.
3. Finally, a small pair of tight girls' panties. These too were about 2 sizes too small. When they were worn, there small genitals were clearly outlined in the fabric. There protruding botooms were clearly defined. And because their teeshirts ended well avove their waists, their panties were completly on display. In short both boys looked entirely rediculous in their special outfits, but they full well knew that it was part of their punishments
4. No shoes or any other clothing was allowed when the outfits were on.

Both boys of course had to don the outfits for each of there 14 nigh-time punishment sessions. As the boys started to get undressed to put on the clothes Mrs. Frank left them with some parting words.

"You boys are to remain in your room in your shame clothing. I need some time to calm down and decide on an appropriate punishment for all of this. I am so angry with the two of you right now that I can hardly think straight. One thing is for sure though, the two of you are going to have very sore little bottoms tonight when you go to bed and your both going to have your naughty lyimg mouths throughly washed out with good strong soap ! Lying to your mommy is something that I absolutely will not tolerate from either of you."

Both boys got dressed as quickly as they could as the lecture went on and on. They both modestly turned their backs to pull on the very tight panties. So that there genitals would be facing away with their bare bottoms on full display.

"There are going to be some harsh lessons handed out to you two tonight you can be rest assured of that."

With that she closed the bedroom door, leaving two scared and apprehensive naughty boys sitting on the bed. Even though they were the only two in the room, they both covered their private areas with their hands. They were more ashamed of those panties then anything else in the world. Back down the stairs it did not take mommy long to decide on the punishment. But she wanted the boys to stew over it for a while longer so she decided to wait for a little bit, before she went back up to get them. She decided that she wanted her husband present on this occasion, not so much because she needed him to assist, but because she wanted him mainly as a witness to increase the boy's shame ond humiliation. This would mark the first time that he would be directly involved in one of their punishments, so she knew that this would be a big deal to the boys.

The minutes dragged on like hours for both of the boys. They spoke very little to each other during the next hour or so. There was very little to be said they both knew that they were in more hot water then they had ever been in their young lives and nothing that they could say or do was going to change it or make it better.

Finally, after much time had passed they heard the slow steady sound of footsteps ascending slowly up the stairs. They both got butterflies in their stomachs as the footsteps gradually became louder. Mabey that was mommy going to her room, Billy thought to himself. But he knew better. Suddenly there door flew open and both of the boys' faces turned ashen white at what they saw. Suprised to see daddy standing there yes, but what he was carring in his hands, old fashioned even by 1939 standards was a long slender birch rod!…

— A,B,C —

I haven't found these parts.

— D —

So crying continuously now, the red bottomed boy began what was to be in the condition he was in with his punishment panties tangled up around his ankles, a long journey to where the water bottle was kept. Forgetting for just a moment the modesty rules he reached down to cover his front.

"Charles you keep those naughty hands of yours to your sides."

He nearly tripped after only a few steps. He obviously wanted to get this shamefull task over with as quickly as possible. Not only that but it was the first time that anyone required of him to walk bare with a pair of girl's panties around his ankles. He needed to get used to this, this took some practice. She called over Billy to help assist in the wet bottom portion of the spanking. After what seemed like about an hour to him Charley finally made his way back carrying the water bottle. Naturally Charley was more than dismayed to find Billy waiting for him also. As mommy instructed Billy on how she wanted him to assist in the spanking using the water bottle, Charley was required to wait, keeping his hands at his side, standing at attention. Thus further prolonging his embarrassment.

"Charley hand over the water bottle to Billy and then I want you to resume your spanking position across my knees."

Feeling like he wanted to disappear, Charley handed over the bottle to Billy, not daring to look at him.

"Billy I want you to wet this bad boy's bottom good!"

Once that Charley was over mommy's lap and now that he was up close to really see it, he couldn't believe how red Charley's bottom really was. It only served to make his own lump in the throat grow that much larger. Billy made sure to spray a generous amount of water on all of Charley's bottom.

"Billy make sure you get some water on the back of those legs too!"

Charley certainly knew what that meant and he let out an audible groan to show his displeasure. It took all of the strength that he had, not to protest too much about it. For he knew how much that stung on the back of wet thighs.

"Billy I want you to do the rubbing part too."

"Ah, mom do I have too!"

Mrs Frank just glared at him, so he quickly got his answer.

"Make sure that you spread it evenly over his bottom!"

Billy was amazed as he started rubbing in the water that Charley's bottom was still warm. Apparently the water treatment did little to cool it off. Billy was also a little embarassed himself that for reasons that were unclear to him he was starting to get an erection. Of course with the tight panties any changes in that regard would be obvious to everyone in the room.

"Make sure that you spread the water everywhere Billy. In all of those hard to get places."

Charley could only sob in his embarassment at all of this, which was exactly what Mrs. Frank intended.

"I'm really sorry that it has to be this way Charley, but I'm sure given what you have done you would agree that they are necessary measures. Billy I want you to stand right here as close as you can and see what kind of a spanking a bad boy earns in this cottage because your next, young man. Charley I'm going to have to hold your hands for the last part of your spanking, your butt is already red and sore. With the water I'm quite afraid that this is really going to hurt!"

With that a more rapid, harder spanking began. It was quite a sight watching water fly everywhere off of that glistening red bottom, with each searing smack! Charley moved his bottom around like a wounded animal to avoid the spanks. Heedless of the spectacle he was making.

"Charles!, you just keep that hot bottom of yours still and take your punishment. You should be gratefull its not the strap for what you've done!"

After a short time the initial barrage of spanks ended. Charley thinking that it was all over breathed a short sigh of relief. That was quickly squashed.

"Billy wet this bad boy's bottom again, we are not nearly finished with him! Now rub the water all around."

This time Charley's red bottom was hot to the touch of Billy's hand.

"No Mommy!, I've had enough!"

Smack Smack Smack!

"I'll make those decisions, young man. You just keep quiet!"

Smmack Smack…

Charley took two more rounds of hard spanks before she finally decided that he had enough. She waited till most of the water was spanked off his bottom and then the spray bottle was used again. All of Charley's pleading didn't really change a thing. And with his wrists pinned into the small of his back all he could do was cry, plead and take his spanking. She let him cry it out for a few moments.

"OK, up with you, you naughty boy. I want you to head right over to your corner. No rubbing! No don't you touch those panties. You just leave them right where they are. This is bare bottom corner time. And don't you dare ask to come out of that corner or even move a muscle until I tell you to! Now march!"

She escorted him by his upper arm. He was still crying to hard and hopping around to much to even respond. He had to be half-dragged there as he kept tripping over the down-pulled panties as fast as she walked him over there. As an additional shamefull reminder she made him stand there with his hands interlaced on top of his head as if on display.

When she returned Billy was still waiting over by the spanking chair knowing that his turn was next.

"Now then Billy, you saw what just happened to Charley, it is now time for you to take your punishment! I hope that we see an improvement in your attitude over some of the previous sessions that we have had. But I think that you are starting to find out the hard way what rebelliousness and defiance will cost your bottom. We shall see! Now since you were the ringleader in all of this nonsense I'm afraid that your little bare bottom is going to have to pay a high price indeed! Don't make it even worse for yourself by not having a spirit of cooperation."

At least his previous erection and excitement had now dissapeared. So he didn't have that little embarassment to deal with, at least for the time being. He was at that age though where this spontaneous erection thing could be a bit of a problem for him.

"Now being older and more responsible on top of it. I'm sure you know that I am going to really have to tan your fanny but good!"

Even Billy knew that it wouldn't do a bit of good to argue at this point. Most of his teenage bravado was missing. He was still shaken at the intensity of Charley's spanking.

"Billy would you like to say anything at all before we begin your spanking ?"

The way that she put it made it sound so serious that Billy thought compelled enough to at least try and say something. Of course Billy being Billy, he was thinking more in terms of being manipulative more then it was out of sincerness. At least at this point.

"We just wanted to try a few puffs out of one cigarette. We weren't going to smoke the whole pack or anything."

The actual reasoning behind that was so that nobody would notice that any cigarettes were missing. "But I'm real, real s…sorry for what I've done and I'll never do it again, I promise!"

"Well Billy you have taken the first step at least to say those words, that you are sorry. But the question is whether you feel truly sorry in your heart or not. In my experience, I've learned that normally little boys your age are never truly sorry until after they've been punished and not before. That the best way to get through to their hearts is through there bottoms. Sometimes their bare bottoms!"

"But mommy, only one cigarette!" Billy pleaded.

"Hush up your whining! It doesn't matter if it was one cigarette or 100!, and you know it. Smoking cigarettes is forbidden!.You took somebody's property without permission. You endagered this household by lighting matches. You then tried to lie your way out of it, which was the worst part about it!"

Billy was finally starting to see how far arguing it with her was going to get him after that outburst. He wasn't going to worm his way out of all of that and he knew it. Mrs Frank knew that they were still at an early stage with her methods. Why a boy wouldn't be a boy if he didn't make at least a last ditch effort to try and lessen the punishment. But they still had 25 more days together an she craved for a time of willingness and repentance from the boys. But it would take time. To do that with Billy, yes you had to be tough at times. But he also needed the love and attention that he wasn't getting at home. That was the purpose of Billy's extra bed-time spanking. He needed those even more than Charley. She figured she could work on those things tonight.

For right now it had to be tough love, this was for the sake of one thing, punishment! There had to be a heavy price to pay for this kind of misbehavior. Still a lot of progress had been made with Billy from that very first spanking. He had to practically be forced to take his punishment despite all the lectures and warnings he had gotten. The initial spankings always had to err on the harsh side, so that their pride and wills could be broken. It was only with that kind of frame of mind that they were truly repentant for what they had done. That was Mrs. Frank's philosophy. Using that combined with Matlock's regression theories, she knew she could reach her goals with any boy. With Billy she used the regression aspects even more then with Charley. Being 13 it made a big impact on him and for the time being, as you would expect from any teenager, It would be some time before Billy would be able to get used to that aspect. This presented a bit of a dilema for Mrs. Frank. She knew he was the kind of boy that you had to be tough on. The problem was how to balance the two. It helped a great deal that her husband was such a soft kind-hearted soul, that he felt at ease with the regression principles because of his nature. It came natural to him to treat the boys, younger than their ages suggested. Mrs. Frank sometimes had to work at it.

"Very well then Billy, I'm afraid that it is time for you to learn a good lesson. Over my knees!"

Though he was taller and larger then Charley, there was still plenty of room on Mrs. Frank's lap to accomodate Billy.

"Come on Billy, you know where your hands belong."

She tapped him on the lower back to indicate the place for them.

"Just like Charley, we will start over the spanking panties and then we will finish on the bare bottom with those panties down! I think for sure after tonight you will learn not to be a bad boy in this cottage! I know your capable of being a good boy when you put your mind to it Billy."

She patted his panty covered bottom as she lectured. Her choice of words were very demeaning to Billy's teen-age pride.

"Billy, do not be afraid to cry during your spanking. You've been very naughty and mommy is going to have to give you a hard one! Billy, you know better then to tense-up your bottom cheeks like that. Keep them relaxed in an open position with an attitude that your willing to benefit from this correction! Do not tense them up again!"

Billy's spanking began with about the same intensity as Charley's. If there was a warm-up spanking given first, those were all fairly similar to start with. They never lasted more then three minutes in length, but they did feel all those spanks. Though Billy was older and braver then his friend Charley, his reactions to the spanking were just as animated and he pleaded and cryed just as much. He may have wanted to present the image that he was now a grown up teenager too old for spankings, he still reacted just like any other naughty little boy when he was over the lap! He did also managed to hold his position well and kept his hands clasped through the warm-up portion. It would have been even more embarassing if he couldn't make it through at least the warm-up spanking without covering up, when Charley who was younger did. Billy was then told to stand up and face everyone.

Charley was called out of the corner as Mrs. Frank felt that it was important for all four to be a witness to Billy's shame in having to be bare for the next part of the spanking. Billy of course knew what was coming next, but it didn't make it any easier to take.

"Billy, I'm not going to go through any long lectures about this. You obviosly heard what I told Charley. You know what you have to do now. I want you to pull down those panties for the next part of your spanking!"

Billy felt as if the whole world was watching him instead of just the three of them. But he knew that there was no other option. Very slowly and carefully he began to pull down the panties in back. He took great pains to make sure that they stayed up in front. Once he got them all the way down in back to just under his bottom cheeks he stopped. He just couldn't bare to go any further even though he knew that mommy would be angry with him. Once it became clear that, he wasn't going to take them down any further, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"That's as far as your taking them down, Billy?"

He could tell by the tone of her voice how upset she was. "Please mommy!, don't make me!"

Billy did have reason to act in such a modest manner. You see, Billy was also all bare down there just like Charley was. He had started to grow hair for about the last six months or so before Cordova came about. But Mrs Matock had a standing rule with all of the parents that all genital hair and any hair on the bottom or under the arms was not allowed at Cordova. Normally, since most of the mothers supervised the boys baths, any hair that had to be shaved off would be discovered in the first day or so. Of course all body hair had to be kept off for the duration of the boy's stay. Since Charley didn't have any hair anyway he was not even aware of all of this. The main purpose of the 'no hair' rule wasn't such much to humiliate as it was to fit in with Matlock's regression theories. After all, you could hardly say that it was logical to treat them like little boys when they looked like big boys. That was the idea behind the shaving, and also why Billy was having a bit more difficulty about this then Charley. Despite this fact Mrs. Frank was upset at Billy and felt that he wasn't willing to own up to what he had done.

"Billy I am upset and disappointed in you that you feel that you should not have to go through at least the same shame that poor Charley did. When you came up with this whole smoking idea and talked Charley into this misbehavior. But I can tell you that I am not about to let you try to shirk from the punishment that you know full well you deserve. Also that I am unhappy with your attitude about this and now you have only earned yourself a longer and more severe spanking then I planned."

"Ok, Ok!, I'll pull them down farther!", he said as he began to reach for the waistband of the panties.

"No Billy! Leave those panties just where ther are. You had your chance, now I'll have mine! Step right over here this minute, and I will do the honors as though you are a big baby."

Billy immediately did as asked when he saw how angry she really was.

"I want those hands of yours right on top of your head. I want you to stand up perfectly straight, and don't you dare move a muscle. With eyes brimming with tears and not daring to look at anyone, Billy did everything that she asked. Mrs. Frank took her sweet time about it too. It took her quite some time to work the covering of the tight panties around Billy's boyish parts. When she finally got the panties fully clear of his private area she paused and sarcaticaly commented, "I don't know why you made such a big fuss about all of this, Billy. It looks like to me that you don't look a whole lot different then any of the other boys here at Cordova."

That wasn't entirely true of course. His genitals were a lot bigger then Charley's. But nevertheless she was referring to his bare, shaved state. Then to Billy's further embarassment she continued with the slow methodical descent of the spanking panties.

"I'm not stopping Billy, until these are all the way down to your ankles just like poor Charley's were."

With his shame complete, she let him stand there like that for a few more moments.

"Billy, although I believe that a big boy is never too old for a spanking when they deserve one, I do think that they should get there's standing against the wall or lying over a bed. It does seem to preserve some of their dignity. Youy behavior here this morning does not seem to show that you have reached that stage yet."

She then sat down in the spanking chair.

"I still feel that you need to learn your lessons over the knee like little boys get. Come on!, strech that little body of yours over my lap again. I just don't really know how many bare fanny spankings its going to take to make you grow-up!"

The spanking resumed with loud noisy spanks. It was notibly harder and faster then Charley's had been. She was sending him a message that he needed to be more compliant if he expected any mercy at all from her. He didn't make it as far as Charley before his hands had to be pinned. But still the spanking continued. The periodical scolding centered on two issues. One, on his misbehavior this morning. The second, on being more compliant and submissive. When it came time for the wet-bottom portion of the spanking, he did get a short reprieve.

Charley was now called from the corner. She did allow him to finally pull up the spanking panties much to his relief. They switched roles with Charley now spreading the water over Billy's hot, red bottom while Billy wept. Not feeling much like a teen at the moment. It took several further applications of water and rounds of hard spanking before Mrs. Frank was satisfied. Even Mr. Frank was wondering when she would stop. But despite the pleas and promises that seemed to take place at every pause to apply more water, Mrs. Frank knew that she had to be firm and let him know that she meant it. But when the spanking finally did conclude, she didn't make Billy do any corner-time this time and she did help him get his panties back up right away.

The two shame faced boys were now allowed a break from the punishment. She allowed them to go back to their rooms for an hour or so, but they had to remain dressed in their punishment outfits. In case they had forgotten, she reminded them as they were leaving.

"Don't forget boys, you have still to take your punishments for lying to me. You know what I intend to do and it will not be pleasant for you!"

Both boys did not seem to be overly concerned about a simple mouth-washing after what they had just been through. Little did they realize the ordeal that still awaited them later on

— E —

It was still only 4 pm when the two red-bottomed boys made their way to the bedroom. Both had just gotten severe spankings. Although they were only hand spankings. They had been spanked long and hard, so they were plenty sore. They had to remain in their punishment outfits until mommy came upstairs to take them back down to the punishment room to deal with the fibbing that they had done about smoking the cigarettes. It was common procedure for them to have to stay in their outfits for at least one hour following any spanking. Mrs Frank had two reasons for this; The first was to shame them and to remind them that they were still both little boys. The second reason was so that the spanking panties, as tight as they were, would help to retain the heat for a while longer to there hot spanked bottoms.

Having this long break inbetween when they knew that there was still more punishment to come was a new experience for them. This was the first time that those types of steps had been necessary. At first, they just wanted to get out of that punishment room as quickly as possible. But now as they were feeling the butterflies start to build again, they realized that it was much better to have just gotten the whole thing over and done with. Also as mommy didn't say when she would be back to get them for the completion of their punishment, it was driving them crazy having to wait until they heard those slow methodical creeping footsteps coming up those stairs.

Besides whenever they tried to forget for even a moment, the warm tingling sensation in their bottoms would always remind them that they still were not quite finished. As both boys remained lying on their tummies on their twin beds they spoke very little. It was pointless, now to blame each other. That wasn't going to change anything, either. There was also a strange quietness downstairs as well. What were they up to? As more and more time passed they both were thinking about listening for those first tell-taled footsteps that would signal the resumption of their punishments.

It seemed like hours had gone by, when they finally heard the first soft sounds of footsteps ascending the old stairs. It didn't take too long before they realized that their were two sets of feet. It looked very much like daddy was going to be involved with this portion, perhaps to play more of a role then to merely be a witness to the punishment. Both mommy and daddy walked through the open bedroom door. The boys had not even bothered to close it, they wanted to hear the footsteps better.

"Boys, its time to take a little trip back to the basement. You both know full well that we have some unfinished bussiness to take care of. I want you to get up off of those beds right now!", her voice booming.

Both of the boys startled, did as asked quickly.

"Now I want the two of you to go over and get your spanking paddles down from the wall! We'll be needing those!"

Both boys were shocked at this. They had been expecting a routine mouthwashing and that was it. It looked like now, they were not going to get by with just a hand spanking. They both began to argue and plead at the same time.

"Silence! You two hush up right now. Just because we didn't bring it this time for you to see it, does not mean that I won't use the birch as well. You both know very well that I will be fair with you, and you will get only what you deserve!"

But that was exactly what both boys were afraid of. Both boys slowly walked over with heavy legs to where their personalized spanking paddles always hung on the bedroom wall from a large nail. Charley had to stand on his tiptoes to get his down. The paddles were standard sized paddles, ideal for youthfull sized buttocks. They were made out of hard maple. 8 inches [20 cm] long, about 4 inches [10 cm] wide and about a quarter inch [5 mm] thick. They wern't anything overly severe, but they certainly produced a much more intense sting then the ceremonial type paddle that was over at the Durden's cottage to be used on young Tommy's backside. They returned with the paddles.

"Now both daddy and I are going to walk you down their by your little hands, like the bad boys that you are."

Both boys were embarassed greatly to be treated in this manner. Especially, Billy, who at thirteen, considered himself to be well past this stage. But with the upcoming punishment, the boys knew better then to protest about it. It was quite a sight to see the progression procede to the punishment room. Daddy holding Charley left hand. Charley's right hand holding his spanking paddle. Followed closly by Billy and mommy right behind them. Both of the boys dressed in their silly-looking punishment clothes. Through the basement door, they headed straight for the large bathroom that had been built into the room. As they approached the bathroom through the wide corridor there was a tall wooden stool placed just outside the bathroom door. The door was closed.

Once they arrived, it was time for the initial scolding and lecture. Daddy continued to hold Charley's small hands as a comforting gesture. Mommy took both of Billy's hands in hers and held them out in front of her. She then stooped down as she spoke, so that she was about at eye level with him. This gave the impression and made Billy feel that he was much younger then his years would indicate. Looking right into Billy's fearful eyes she spoke.

"You already know why we are down here again. Tell all of us why we are down here again, Billy!"

Billy spoke in a soft voice that hardly sounded like his own. "B…Because we lied to you."

"And Billy, tell all of us what happens to naughty little boys who lie in this cottage!"

"They have to have their mouths washed out with s…soap."

"And although you didn't realize it before they also get their BARE bottoms spanked or paddled to go along with it."

Both boys looked up in alarm at the mention of the word 'bare'. Yes, boys on your naked bottoms! Now while one of you is inside of the bathroom taking your punishment, the other is going to be sitting on this stool listening and wondering what their turn is going to be like. Sitting right here on your sore bottoms. Now since Billy still has an extra nightime hand spanking coming to him tonight, I think it would only be fair if he has to go first. Once I have you in the bathroom, I will explain further how you are to be punished! Daddy please help Charley up on to the stool."

Mr. Frank put his hands underneath Charley's armpits and placed him on the stool himself as though he was a small toddler and couldn't do it on his own. The boys were starting to get so used to these types of gestures that they were beginning to accept them. And at times felt comfortable with it despite the juvenile nature in which they were treated. There was a certain love and care element that appealed to them especially in the context of a punishment situation, where their fear was at such a high level. Charley was placed about three feet [90 cm] back from the door facing it. At the moment he wasn't required to sit in any special way or given any further instructions, he just had to sit and wait his turn. It had been long enough since the last spanking that most of the soreness had faded from his bottom. But the hard wood of the stool still made him aware of what awated him behind the bathroom door. Actually so far neither one of the boys had ever seen the inside of the basement bathroom because the door to it was always kept closed.

As mommy led Billy through the door Charley got his first good look at it. It was a large deep bathroom. The first thing that caught either boy's attention was the two baby bibs that hung from the wall, that even had both of their names on them! It hadn't dawned on them right away what the purpose of the bibs were. But both of them got a sick uneasy feeling at the sight of them. Next at the far end of the bathroom near the sink was another one of those tall wooden stools. There were several bars of soap on the sink counter and even a couple of the bars had been sliced into long thin strips and were sitting in a dish, ready for use. In all, it appeared that the basement bathroom served one purpose only. And that was for washing naughty boys' mouths out!

The three offenses that she used the bathroom for were:

1. Lying
2. Swearing
3. Back-tack

How did she know that she would get the chance to ever use the bathroom setup? With a naughty, scared boy's desperatness to try to get out of their deserved punishment by lying. And that the other two were fairly common offenses as well. She knew the opportunities would be there for the use of the bathroom. She then looked at her husband who was still standing patiently out in the corridor.

"Honey, I would like you to come in here and witness this bad boy's punishment and I may need your assistance too."

Billy hung his head in despair. To have a witness to the juvenile trearment of having his mouth washed out was almost more then he could take. At this point the door was still left open so Charley could still hear and see what was going on as he sat perched on the hard wooden stool.

"Honey, would you please go to the sink and start running some water. I would like the water to be semi-hot."

She then turned her attentions to Billy.

"Young man, I want you right over here to stand next to this wooden stool, so I can prepare you for your punishment and explain what is going to happen to you!"

They walked over to the stool that was near the sink, with Billy still obediently holding the 'spanking paddle'.

"First of all, young man, we will have to have these spanking panties pulled right down. You know that this has to be bare bottom, don't you ?"

"Please mommy!, not all bare!" Billy cried.

"Hush child! and don't you dare try and give me any trouble about it."

With that she stooped down to take down his only covering below the belly button. She did it slowly to prolong it. First slipping it down in back so that his bottom was bare. When she started to get the panties down in front Billy was still holding his free hand near his front so that it would be partly covered when they were pulled down. She had to finally slap it away.

"Billy!, you know better then that. Move that naughty hand this instant!"

There was nothong to do but obey. He placed his hand genly and caringly on mommy's shoulder as he felt the panties come down in front. With his backside facing the doorway, at least Charley could only see his bare bottom. But for the second time this day his shame was complete as both mommy and daddy had a good view of his bare front. As she continued to pull the panties all the way down, Mrs. Frank began to lecture Billy at the same time.

"Honey, would you go close the bathroom door please."

She felt that Charley had seen enough. To let him get just a taste of what he was in for, but to leave some of it up to his own imagination. There was a plan to it. With the door closed and the sound of the running water, Charley would not be able to see what was going on and would only be able to hear little bits and pieces of what was happening behind the closed door. Charley had seen enough already to know that he was in for an ordeal. Once again Billy found himself standing exposed with his panties around his ankles.

"Billy, lying is something you are about to find out that I simply will not tolerate. And I consider it to be more serious then anything else that you did wrong today. I'm afraid that since I don't want you to get in the habit of lying to me in ANY situation that it is going to require a through lesson, to make sure that it doesn't happen again. In order to make sure that you will never lie to me again, and to make sure that you learn a good lesson here today, I have decided that your bare bottom will need a good dose from your spanking paddle and then you will have your naughty mouth washed out with good strong soap!"

"Please mommy!, I promise not to lie again!"

"Well were going to have to make certain of that right now! Now this is how you will be punished for lying, so listen to me carefully. You will be punished in what I call cycles. How many times that you have go through the cycle will depend on my opinion, and on how well you cooperate and take your punishment. Each cycle will start off with exactly five strokes of the paddle right across your bare bottom. You will then sit on this wooden stool on your sore bottom to have your mouth completly washed out with soap. You will then be allowed a short rinsing at the sink to get some of the soap out. Then the next cycle starts, five paddle spanks, mouth washed out again, and so on until I feel that the punishment is over. And Billy, if I do not see a willingness from you and an improvement in your attitude to take your punishment like a good boy, then the number of paddle spanks can be increased and it might take several cycles of this to get the point across to you. Is that understood, young man!"

"Y…Y…Yes, Mommy!"

Billy was trying to be cooperative. but he could only think about the paddle. Yes, it was only five strokes at a time. But there was no comparing the sting that the paddle produced in his sore bottom against a hand spanking. That paddle hurt! And up to now the paddle had been used over his spanking panties. This was going to be directly on the bare bottom.

"Billy, I want you to lean forward now and put both of the palms of your hands right on the stool. Now your feet a little wider apart and keep your legs perfectly straight. Present your bottom for its punishment. That's right stick it right out for its paddling!"

WHACK! Right across the center of his bottom with the first searing stroke.

"OOOWWWWW, NOT so hard, Mommy!"

"Present that bottom!"

Whack!

Each stroke was delivered with precision and force. The paddle spanks were spaced out at least 15 seconds apart so that poor Billy would feel each one. Meanwhile back out in the hall Charley could clearly hear each stroke of the paddle along with Billy's cries and loud pleading. He could tell that mommy was very serious about this. The next stroke would not be given until Mrs. Frank was satisfied that Billy was in the proper position to receive each one. After the first five padldle spanks had been administered, she let him dance and cry for a few seconds but no rubbing was allowed.

"Get right up on that stool, young man, and we will procede with your 'soaping'! First of all we will have these right off."

She reached down to remove his panties from around his ankles and added, "you're to be naked for this, Billy. Its part of the punishment that you will always have to accept when you get a 'soaping' from me!"

Outside the bathroom door, young Charley's face turned ashen white as he thought he heard a crying voice say "NO PLEASE mommy, not naked!, not naked!" Though she had several techniques for giving a mouth-washing there were always three things that they all had in commmon:

1. They were always a long and thorough event
2. They were always combined with a spanking in some way
3. They were always given to a boy completly naked.
   The nakedness helped to accentuate the juvenile atmosphere of the whole event.

"Honey, while I work up a good lather on this soap bar would you be good enough as to put Billy's soaping bib on him for me?"

Billy looked on in disbelief and shame as he watched his daddy get the soft cotton bib down from the wall, the place where it always hung. He was also becoming increasingly aware of the throbbing in his sore bottom as he sat naked on the stool. He did not resist as he felt daddy tying the bib strings around the back of his neck. Once it was down he glanced down and easily saw where it said the words 'BILLY' in large letters on the front of it. The only thing worse then having to sit naked in front of them, was to have to sit naked with a baby bib with your name on it tied against your chest. By this time mommy had returned with a small lathered up bar of soap. Billy sat in shame with his head down, body slumped over, and his hands near his lap. He was softly crying, hoping for a measure of sympathy.

"Billy, I want you to sit up straight on that stool… Very good! Now I want you to clasp your hands behind your back, because I don't want you to get any crazy ideas about interfering while your having your naughty mouth washed out. Now listen carefully, Billy. This is how I do a 'soaping'! First we get the clensing soap everywhere inside your mouth including your lying tongue. Then you will sit there on that stool quiet and perfectly still with the soap inside your mouth. I want to make sure you get a good taste of it! You are to remain there with your mouth kept closed until I say you can get up and go to the sink for a short rinsing, You will only be allowed three rinses, and then its back to the paddle again. This is going to be most unpleasant for you Billy. But it is the best way that I know to cure a naughty boy from lying. Daddy will be assisting us! Honey, we have been through this before you know what to do."

Daddy came up from behind Billy and held him by the shoulders.

"Now lean back Billy and daddy is there to hold you, its time for the soap!"

It was a good idea to have some help for this one, just in case a boy struggled or decided all of a sudden to be uncooperative, it would be very difficult for Mrs. Frank to do anything about it since she had to hold the soap bar. The smarter parents at Cordova knew how to make use of both of themselves to work as a sort of 'team', in a punishment session. It was a lot like having to go to the dentist. Leaning back in a chair to have something painfull and unpleasant done to you, except this was for punishment!

"Now open up your mouth Billy! Stick out your tongue, All the way out!"

He did as asked, it was all so childish. She then gently coated his tongue, by running the soap back and forth and up and down it. He tried to close his mouth after that but was quickly admonished.

"Keep that naughty mouth wide open! We're not through yet!"

She then ran the soap bar everywhere else that she could think of. Even on his teeth. It was horrible for Billy! He had to close his mouth twice and turn his head away. Mommy put her free hand on the top of his head to hold him still, while daddy held him firmly by the shoulders the best he could. No boy could take a 'soaping' like this without struggling and the Franks didn't expect them to. During the 'soaping', mommy scolded him about his past misbehavior and especially the lying. On the other side of the closed door, the frightened Charley heard portions of the scolding and especially all of the gagging, coughing, and sputtering sounds. Finally after a couple minuets of this Mrs. Frank thought that Billy had enough.

"Now you just sit there like that with your mouth closed you naughty boy! And don't you dare open it until I say that you can rinse. Keep those hands of yours clasped behind your back too!"

The taste and smell of the soap was over powering for Billy. It was everywhere. After several seconds of this with tears streaming down his soft cheeks. He looked up and gave them both the most pleading look that any little boy could give. He just had to get to that sink! He was feeling desperate! But Mrs. Frank remained firm and wanted to make sure that he learned a good lesson. Finally after a few more seconds Mrs. Frank turned to say something to her husband. Billy couldn't stand the taste of the soap any longer and made a very poor decision. He bolted straight for the sink before any one knew what was happening. Spit the soap into it and put his mouth under the running water for relief. Mommy immediately came over and grabbed him. She yanked him from the sink and started to vigorously hand spank his bare bottom.

"You BAD, BAD, BAD boy."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

"Mommy, mommy!, Stop, please, PLEAAASEEE, MY bottom, my poor bottom! stop! I couldn't take it anymore."

"No Billy, that kind of defiance is going to cost you, and you know it!"

Billy was already beginning to regret his decision.

"That will cost you ten strokes of the paddle for this round instead of five!"

Billy could only cry all the harder, for he knew better then to protest after what he had done.

"Hands back on the stool, bend over, and bare bottom right out. He noticed right from the first whack that these were going to be harder ones. In all he got twelve instead of the ten. Two extra for taking his hands off of the stool and standing straight up. The sting was so great on his poor bottom. When the paddling was over it was, "Back on the stool again, Billy!"

This time Billy sat back down on the stool again without protest. Clasped his hands behind his back without having to be asked and awaited the next round of soap. His baby bib was starting to get covered with a combination of soap, spit, tears and sweat. As he sat on the hard wood of the stool, his bottom throbbing more then it did the last time he sat on it, he wondered how many more rounds of this would he be made to take? And when would this ever end …

— E —

Billy sat naked on the hard wooden stool, his hands already clasped behind his back. Following the paddling portion where he had to take twelve hard strokes instead of five, his bare bottom was extra sensitive to the hard wood. He had taken seven extra strokes from the spanking paddle. Five for spitting out the soap before he was told to. Two extra for standing up during the paddling and getting out of position.

As he felt daddy's strong hands on his shoulders, he hadn't even been able to rinse out the strong taste of soap from his mouth from the first round of soap, and now it was about to happen to him again.

Outside in the hallway, young Charley sitting on another wooden stool was nervously fidgeting around. Based on what he had heard so far, and the length of time that this was starting to take, he knew that he was in for it. He knew that he had lied to mommy in the same manner that Billy had lied. So his punishment would be at least as bad! Charley was awaiting his turn dressed in his punishment outfit. His spanking panties and juvenile short teeshirt.

Back inside the bathroom, a struggling Billy was being held tightly at an angle by his loving daddy. He was having his mouth vigorously washed out with soap for a second time.

"You hold still, young man and keep that naughty mouth wide open!"

Outside in the hallway, Charley clearly heard the gagging, crying, and sputtering again. The longer that he heard it go on the more frightened he became for himself. This time when the soaping was finished, Billy managed to sit on the stool quietly with the soap still in his mouth until mommy gave him the signal to rinse. Waiting there exposed like this with the horrible soap in his mouth was in some ways worse then the actual soaping itself. After a few more minutes sitting there, mommy finally allowed Billy to go to the sink. With a groan of relief, he ran there spitting the soap out. He then tried to make the most out of the three rinses that he was allowed. When he was finally finished, he hoped against hope that his mommy would be satisfied that he had been punished enough. But his hopes were quickly dashed.

"Come on Billy, hands on that stool again! Right to the paddle again!"

Billy collapsed right to the bathroom floor in his despair.

"Mommy!, Please!, I've learned my lesson really I have."

"BILLY get up off of that floor this instant! If that were true about learning your lesson you wouldn't be pleading with me from the floor to try and get out of your deserved punishment. Your getting spanked with that paddle again! And your getting ten whacks instead of the normal five again for putting on this scene. And if you do not get off that floor right now and get back over that stool, I'm going to make it fifteen!"

That threat was enough to get some action out of him. For a third time, the crying naked boy put himself into the required position for the paddle. His bottom already an angry red before the next set of strokes even fell upon his sore, hot bottom. She didn't rush it. But waited for him to get into the exact position she wanted. After the final command of, "stick that little bottom right out ", she gave the first stroke. Considering the state of his bottom, that he was trying to do his best to be compliant, and that he still had a bed-time spanking coming to him tonight, she decided to decrease the intensity of the spanks from the last round. She also had made up her mind that he was starting to learn his lesson. After the first couple of fiery paddle strokes he was even starting to push out his bottom for the spanks without having to be asked to. And also he managed to stay in position the whole time. Thus not having to earn any extra penalty strokes. His attitude was finally headed in the right direction. After the tenth stroke had been delivered to his hot bottom, those glorious words that he longed to hear.

"Billy your punishment for lying is over, you may rub!"

She let the still naked boy rub his sore, red bottom for a good two minutes. At the moment at least, his nude condition was not the foremost thing on his mind as he stood with his bottom away from them both of his hands busy, wildly rubbing for all he was worth. After the rubbing show ended, Mrs. Frank came over and gave the naked boy a warm hug. He needed that right now. She gently reached down and picked up the rubbing of his bottom where he left off.

"Let us both pray Billy, that the kind of punishment that you just took will not be necessary any time in the near future. But if you do decide to lie to your mommy or daddy again, then you can expect the same thing to happen to you. Now don't forget that you still have a bedtime spanking coming to you later tonight."

She felt him hug her more tightly at the mention of his third spanking of the day.

"But if you are a good boy for the rest of the evening and do everything that your mommy and daddy tell you it won't be a hard one. Now I want you to wait outside on the stool while I attend to another very naughty little boy."

As he was being led out toward the door Billy reached down to the bathroom floor where his spanking panties had been discarded.

"Leave those right where they are young man, I want you up on that stool naked!"

"Please mommy, this is so embarrassing! At least let me put the panties on!"

"Billy!, I want you to stop arguing with me right this second! Do you want more of the paddle ? I want you to sit bare on that stool until I'm finished with Charley. You will also wear the soaping bib until I tell you that you can take it off. That baby bib is to be worn to remind you of your juvenile behavior this morning and of the fact that you still have a long way to go before you should be treated like the teenager that you claim to be!"

When they arrived out in the hallway, Charley stared at Billy in astonishment when he saw that he was still naked. The baby bib, which was all covered in soap and saliva garnered most of his attention.

"Take a long hard look at Billy. This is the way that bad boys who tell lies are treated in this household!"

Billy just stood there and hung his head.

"Charley let's go, young man! You just heard what poor Billy just had to go through. Now its your turn to take your punishment. Billy!, up on that stool!"

He winced as his sensitive bare bottom came into contact with the hard wood. This time as she took Charley into the bathroom for his punishment, she left the door open while Billy sat on the stool. She figured that having another witness to the punishment would only enhance its effects. Charley overhearing all the extra paddle strokes that Billy had to take, being a smart boy, had made his own mind up that he would be as compliant as he possibly could. He knew how much that paddle could hurt, and he didn't want to have to take even one single extra stroke from it. Mrs. Frank for the most part followed the same punishment procedure and routine with Charley as she had with Billy.

Charley having the chance to learn from Billy's misfortunes took his punishment the best that he was able to. He ended up not getting as many paddle spanks as Billy had to get, although he still had to go through two long soap-washing rounds. Of course he had to take most of the punishment completely naked as this was the standing rule for soap-washing punishments.

Once the soaping and paddling were completed, the stool from the bathroom was brought out in the hallway, so that both boys were required to sit on them out in the hallway for an additional 20 minutes on their sore bare bottoms to complete their punishments for lying. They both had to sit quietly naked with only there baby bibs still on. Also both boys were made to sit completely still with there hands clasped behind there backs, exposed and on display. Though they were allowed to sit turned toward the wall which lessened their shame a little. They were warned however if they were foolish enough to lie again that next time they would have to sit on the wooden stools on display right out in the middle of the living room.

When their twenty minutes were completed, both boys were allowed to redress and eat a good full dinner up- stairs. Charle's punishment was over for the night but Billy still had a bedtime spanking yet to go through. A bedtime spanking in the Frank household meant that Billy had to dress in his special spanking pyjamas The ones that were all one piece with the plastic footsies, that were reserved for these types of occasions. It also meant having to be put to bed early back down in the special baby bed down in the nursery portion of the punishment basement.

A big change had come over Billy and he was more subdued and less defiant then at any time before and during the time he had been with the Franks. During both of the boy's baths Mrs. Frank was back to her usual caring and gentle self. Especially, with Billy as she noticed this sudden shift in his attitude. It was still only about 7:30 in the evening as Mrs. Frank dressed Billy in the pyjamas. She almost had to help him as they were much too small and tight for him. As no underpants were allowed when wearing the spanking pyjamas, Billy had yet again to be naked in front of his mommy while she helped him get dressed for bed. When she was finished, she made him come out into the living room. Both daddy and Charley were called out there too so that Billy could say goodnight to all of them and Mrs. Frank wanted to make sure that they all had a good chance to see Billy in the childish pyjamas before he was taken down to the nursery.

"As we know very well, Billy has been a very bad boy today and he is going to be spending tonight down in the baby nursery. He's going to be put to bed early because he's been so naughty. I want you to tell all of us, Billy what else do you think should happen to you down there and why ?"

With the others seated and with him standing before them, he felt the shame of the spotlight right on him. But he also knew not to be smart-mouthed about it and he knew what he was about to say and how he said it could be held against him down stairs.

"I…I have to get another spanking, because this whole smoking thing was all my idea, and I have been a very b…b… bad boy."

Mrs. Frank was pleased with Billy's contriteness.

"And do you think that at least some of this spanking should be on your naked bottom, young man ? Even though it is still sore from the paddling."

"Y…Yes B…Bare bottom, mommy!"

"I agree, Billy. It will be bare bottom!"

Billy then reluctantly said his goodnights. Got hugs from everyone including Charley. Took mommy's outreached hand, and together they walked toward the basement, for what would be Billy's third sound spanking of the day. Into the basement they walked, right over to the special nursery section, where a straight back wooden chair was next to the baby bed. Mommy immediately pulled out the chair, sat down on it and had Billy sit down right on her lap like he was a 5 year old. Billy put his head right on her strong shoulder She gently rubbed his back and talked softly into his ear. It was obvious that he was starting to get an erection again. She definitely was not planning on having this be a severe spanking session, she wanted this to be a time of bonding between them.

"You know that no matter what kind of misbehavior you get yourself into that it won't diminish the love that I feel for you Billy. I know that your bottom is very sore, but that's when a naughty boy pays the most attention. When he has to have a good bare spanking on an already sore backside."

Billy said nothing he just wept softly into her shoulder. He felt more comforted right now then he ever had in his young life.

"It won't be a real hard spanking, Billy but it will be a long one."

She heard Billy groan.

"Trust me Billy, you will learn your lessons best when mommy has to put you right over her knee and give your little fanny a nice, long spanking!"

After this comment she just held him on her lap, gently rubbing his back. It was with a great deal of surprise when she heard him suddenly say, "Mommy, I'm ready for my spanking!"

"THAT'S my beautiful big boy! Then let's get you right across mommy's knee, right now! "You need a good spanking and lots more after that the rest of the time your here. I can see that you are really starting to benefit from them. We will start this spanking right on these thin tight spanking pyjamas and then end up on the bare."

Billy climbed right into the position he knew that she wanted him. He still had a great fear of any spanking given from Mrs. Frank. But he also was rapidly growing fond of her and wanted so badly to try and please his mommy. He crossed his plastic footed feet and put his wrists crossed right into the small of his back. Still his bottom was sore from the previous spankings and he knew that this was going to hurt, even if it was a soft spanking.

"I'm so proud of my little boy. You got yourself all in position for your spanking by yourself and I didn't even have to ask you. But we do have a lot of naughtiness to spank away, don't we Billy?"

"Yes mommy," Billy obediently answered.

"Now when you feel this bon-fire start to build in this bottom and you cry over my knee from this spanking, I want you to think about how good a boy your going to be for mommy from now until the time you leave. We are not going to have a repeat of the kind of misbehavior that I saw out of the two of you boys today. Billy I want you to have a good long cry when your over mommy's lap. Don't be afraid to let it all out. There is no shame in a boy crying during a long sound spanking no matter what age they are. Remember that."

She kept patting his bottom gently as she scolded him. Billy being a bit older then Charley had a little more firmness in his bottom. Mrs. Frank couldn't remember not enjoying spanking any boy's bottom! But she was practically addicted to spanking poor Billy's bottom, and hoped that he wasn't planning on being too good a boy in the future! The spanking began softly and gently in comparison to Mrs. Frank's normal style. She had to be careful about not spanking up to high on Billy's bottom because there were two buttons there that were attached to a rear flap. The flap would give easy access to a bad boy's bare bottom if needed.

Mrs. Frank talked quite a bit to Billy during his spanking. There was some scolding to be sure. But there were also words of praise, care, and encouragement to be willing to take a good, long spanking on an already sore fanny. It didn't take long for Billy to break down into soft sobbing. The emotions that he felt were so overpowering on this occasion. He was feeling true repentance for the first time in his life. Mrs. Frank for her part, tried to keep the intensity of the spanks under some control. Bedtime spankings were for bonding and release of emotions more then they were there for the punishment aspects. So usually Mrs. Frank's bedtime spankings would be longer then regular spankings but with less intensity. There were more pauses for comforting, petting and patting. But always it seemed that the spanking would resume once again, methodically and seeming to never end.

As the relentless spanking continued, Billy knew that he would be over mommy's knee for a very long time. He had already taken countless spanks and he knew that there still had to be a bare bottom stage yet. Finally he felt mommy's fingers undoing the buttons to the rear flap.

"I know you hate this part Billy. But any naughty boy learns their lesson best when there bottoms are completely bare!"

Billy did have one consolation anyway. Because of the rear flap, it did mean that he didn't have to have his pants taken down or even off. Which of course in turn meant that he wouldn't have to expose his bare front. Something that he absolutely hated doing. Of course, no doubt that the spanking would only be more painful on the bare. Finally the flap was pulled down as far as it would go giving mommy a beautifully framed bare target.

Billly's bottom was still very red from the constant build-up of spanks. The sight of that uniform red bottom and the sensation of the heat emulating from that hot bottom, made Mrs. Frank drunk and dizzy with her own lust. Left to her own devices down there in the basement alone with Billy, she could belabor this little hot bottom for as long as she wanted and she knew it! She couldn't help but to pick up the pace and the intensity of the spanking at least a little bit.

"OH Mommy!, not so hard, my poor, poor bottom!"

"You have got a long way before this spanking is through young man! Lift that bottom right up! That's right lift that little bottom right up to mommy's hand for its spanking!"

Some how through the relentless spanks he managed to keep his feet and hands together. Just about everything else was starting to wiggle and move around though. Especially that sore little bottom was starting to do an animated dace to avoid the punishing spanks. This only served to fuel his mommy's desire to continue. Her sympathy starting to get lost in her own pleasure of the punishment. With her own excitement building to such a high level she had to pause to catch her breath. She rubbed his red hot bottom.

"Is it over? Is it over mommy!"

"I'm afraid not Billy, you have a ways to go yet before this spanking is through!"

The spanking went on for another full five minutes before it finally ended. She let him cry across her knees for a few minutes before gently helping him into the nursery bed on his stomach. She did not button up the rear flap as she figured he needed to let his bottom cool off for a bit. He pleaded with her to allow him to come back upstairs for the night. She almost relented but remained firm. She did make sure that she put a couple of stuffed animals in the bed with him to keep him company. Later she came back down to rub some soothing creme into his sore bottom. She then tucked him in like an 8 year old and assured him that he was forgiven. She did leave the light on at his request.

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