Silas
Silas cringed as his mother turned to him. Why the fuck had he said that? 'I don't see what the big deal is, Mom' Yeah, poke her while she's angry, genius. Fucking brilliant. And now she'd taken off his belt. He'd only gotten the belt twice before, and it hurt like hell. Even then she wasn't anywhere near as angry as she was right now. She'd fucking tackled him. Like a fucking quarter back. Fuck.
He sat now on the bed, watching his mother pace back and forth in front of him. It was obvious that she was trying to calm down. And it was obvious that it wasn't working. Finally she stopped.
"Okay, you know what, I'm not going to get any calmer, so just pull your pants down. We're going to do this now"
"Mom, please. I..."
"Silas. If you say another word to me that is not in response to a direct question, I will not be liable for what I do. Do you understand?", he nodded. Fuck.
"Pull your pants down"
Silas pulled them down, bringing the underwear with them. There was no way she was going to let him keep them on, and maybe he could earn a few brownie points by doing it without being told. He bent over the bed trying to prepare himself for the first blow. He felt the cold leather rest against his skin and pat his bottom a few times. He hated that. Those few taps before she actually got started. It made you think it wasn't going to be that bad. And it was. It was going to be bad.
Whack He gasped at the pain of the first blow, surprised. She was swinging even harder than she usually did. His stomach dropped. This was going to be bad.
Whack Aghmmmmmm He gritted his teeth and stifled a yell. Oh god. She'd only hit him twice. Oh god. Oh god.
Whack Aagh Mmmmph
Whack Whack Whack Aaaahhhaaaaaah Mmmm Aaagh
Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Moooooom Pleeeeeeeeeeeaase. Pleeeeeeease.
The apologies started flowing like rivers. He promised sainthood, anything to get her to stop setting fire to his ass. God it hurt. Nancy kept it up, making sure each swing left it's mark. She usually went soft on the boy when she used the belt, but not this time. Each swing felt like it was harder than the last. And they just kept coming.
Whack Whack Whack Nooooooooooooo
Nancy moved the spanks down to the thighs and the tender area right above. Saving her hardest swings for this area. The boy would remember this if it killed her. And him.
Whack Whack Whack Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaase. I'm soooooorrreeeeeeeee.
Whack Whack Owwwwwww. Ahoowwww.
Whack Whack Whack Whack Ahhaaaaaah. Aaaaagh.
Finally the boy lay limp, sobbing onto his mattress. It took him a second to realize his mother had stopped. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK that hurt. Shit. He felt his Mom come up behind him and rub circles into his back. Fuck. It felt good in contrast to his burning ass. He looked up at her. She was crying too. Fuck. He'd done it again. Managed to make his mom cry. Great.
"Don't cry Mom. I'm sorry. I'm fine", his mother just nodded and stroked his hair, still crying. She quickly wiped her tears away, but Silas knew she was still upset. She really did hate punishing him, he knew that. Of course, he wished that she'd just give in to her instincts and save his ass a whipping, but he'd probably be in jail or something by now if she did. He kind of, sort of understood why she did it, sort of. He pushed himself up, and pulled his mom into a hug. She hugged him back fiercely, kissing him on the cheek over and over. Finally she released him, and wiped a tear from his face.
"I want that grow house closed down tomorrow. Am I understood", she said. In spite of her sniffling, her voice left no room for argument. Silas nodded.
"All right", she said. She grabbed his face and placed a kiss on top of his head. Silas smiled a little in spite of himself. She could make him crazy sometimes, but dammit if he wasn't a Momma's boy deep down. He flipped his hair out of his face as he watched her leave, then turned to his closet.
Fuck.