Loving mom by Marmot    Back.

                                                                          

part 1

Six year old Robin sat on his bed and cried bitterly. He had a lot

of weight on his shoulders this evening. He felt real guilty for

ripping Mrs. Cotswald's dress and for embarrassing Mommy and Papa.

But mostly he was afraid. Robin was under the sentence most dreaded

in his house. He remembered with fear Mama's only words when Mrs.

Cotswald shrieked and Mommy came in the living room to find him with

his hands still on the ripped fabric:

"To your room, little boy!" she had said.

Usually spankings were given right then and there, but when Robin did

something Really Bad, Mommy sent him to his room, it was so she could

calm down first, so she could "spank in love, not in anger." Robin

cried harder at that thought. He could see nothing loving about the

fate that awaited him.

After a few minutes, his tears were a little stream, not a big

river. Just as he thought he had control over himself, he heard a

gentle knocking at the door. Oh, no! Mommy was there, and it was

time for, for...!

Before he knew what had happened, Mommy had hurried into the room.

The frightened little boy was swept from his bed and onto Mommy's lap. Robin 

clung to his mother and abjectly wept into her bosom,

accepting without reservation the love and nurturing offered by the

same Mommy that was about to spank him for being Really Bad.

"There, there," Mommy cooed to him. Her gentle voice always made

Robin feel so much better. Despite himself, Robin calmed down and

snuggled against Mommy's big, soft bosoms. He reached his arms

around her, well, as far as they would go, and felt swallowed up by

Mommy's big hug. He looked up into Mommy's loving eyes and felt very

much in love with her.

Mommy gently had Robin stand in front of her. "Ok, little boy," She

began. She always sounded so...nice. "Do you know why I'm here?"

"Sp-spanking." Robin felt suddenly very shy.

"Do you know why you need to be spanked?"

"I'm Really Bad."

"No." Mommy looked very certain on this point. "You are not really

bad. You are Mommy's little treasure." She tousled the child's

hair. "But you did something bad, didn't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What did you do, precious?" Mommy held Robin in her arms, making

him feel secure enough to face the truth.

"I ripped Mrs Cotswald's dress."

"That's right. And you didn't try to excuse yourself." She kissed

the brave lad's forehead. "That makes me proud." Robin also felt

proud, but he felt more relieved that he saved himself a seperate

spanking for trying to excuse himself.

"Pull down your pants and undies, darling," said Mommy, cheerfully.

"The sooner this is done, the sooner we can cuddle some more."

Robin obediently pulled his pants and undies down, making himself

bare and vulnerable before his mother. He let Mommy pick him up

without struggling and place him over her big, soft lap. Before

beginning the scolding and the spanking that would follow like

thunder followed lightning, Mommy just pulled up Robin's shirt and

rubbed his naked back.

Robin sighed contentedly. He was not happy about the spanking that

was about to happen, but he was so glad to have a Mommy to give it to

him!

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part 2

Six year old Robin lay on his tummy, whimpering. His face was

streaked with tears, and he never felt so fearful and hurting! Mommy

was spanking him for doing something Real Bad. Her hand felt like it

was made of fire as it struck his bottom, and her scolding hurt even

more than the spanking. But the worst thing was, it wouldn't stop!

"Robin, Robin! Wake up, honey!"

The hurting, miserable lad was rescued from his dream as Mommy gently

shook his shoulders. Being awake allowed Robin to express the fear

and pain that had haunted his dreams. He wailed like a little baby,

loudly and miserably.

"There, there, precious." Mommy crouched down next to Robin's bed

and put an arm around him. "Mommy's here ... every thing will be

alright now..."

Robin came fully awake and put an arm around his mother, clinging

tightly to her neck. She lay down next to him, still stroking his

back, still murmuring softly to him. Mommy settled herself

comfortably on Robin's racecar bed and helped her little boy turn

over. She put her hand on his naked, bruised bottom. It was nice

and cool on his aching rear as she protectively helped him turn

without brushing his sore behind against the sheets.

"There we go," she said. "Now we can cuddle together."

Mommy's nightgown was open, and her big, soft bosoms brushed against

Robin's face. He nestled gratefully against them, feeling their

bouncy softness as she cuddled him awake. Robin looked up past

Mommy's round bosoms into her deep blue eyes, and felt very loved,

very good inside.

"Good morning, Robby!" Mommy said softly. Her voice felt soft and

friendly to Robin inside, and she hugged him to herself, making him

feel all squishy, but in a nice way. "Is Mommy's little angel

hungry?"

Fully awake now, Robin nodded and eagerly opened his mouth as Mommy

pushed in one of her big nipples. He sucked, slowly because Mommy

didn't like it if he sucked too hard at first, and he didn't dare

bite, because Mommy spanked HARD if he ever did that. But her milk

was already ready, and filled his mouth, warm and sweet and yummy!

Robin looked into Mommy's eyes as she nursed him and was never

happier.

Mommy pushed the little boy to her other nipple, and cradled his head

against her bosom. Really, Robin was on solids for years now, but

Mommy still nursed him every morning, and some evenings too. It was

their secret, and made Robin feel so glad to be her little boy.

When Robin's tummy was full, Mommy cuddled him for a moment, then

helped him stand on the hard, wooden floor. She held his hands, so

tiny in her own, and helped steady him as he toddled into the

bathroom. Robin always hated the day after a really hard spanking

because it was hard to walk, and his bottom seemed to hurt no matter

how careful he was.

As Robin relieved his bladder, Mommy told him how brave he was last

night, and how proud she was that he only struggled a little when she

spanked him. She bent down and kissed the top of his head, and then

flushed for him.

"Now, little one," Mommy put the lid down and sat on the seat. "I'm

keeping you home from school today. You have an apology to make,

don't you?"

"Mommy..." Robin began, summoning all his six year old courage.

"I'm sorry i ripped Mrs. Cotswald's dress. I was too boi--, um, too

boyst--, um."

"You were too boisterous." Mommy helpfully supplied. "Too bouncy,

and you knew better than to bounce on company."

"I'm not Tigger." Robin noted sagely.

Mommy suppressed a laugh. "No, darling, you're not Tigger." She

hugged the boy lightly. "But you do have to be brave. Today we're

going to go visit Marcy -- Mrs. Cotswald. And what do you think you

are going to do when we get there?"

"Tell her I'm sorry."

"That's right." Mommy was very serious. "But that's not the hard

part. Mommy was just embarrassed, but Mrs Cotswald was hurt - well,

her dress was. Do you think she should have an opportunity to spank

you too?"

"Yes, ma'am." The lad steeled his courage.

"And I want one last thing from my brave little boy," announced

Mommy.

"Ok, Mommy," the brave little boy agreed.

"You need to be naked from the waist down today so your little bottom

will get better easier. That means that you will be naked when we go

over to Mrs. Cotswald's house today."

"No, Mommy - NO!" Robin pushed himself from her warm grasp. He was

brave, but it would be unbearable to have to be naked in front of

someone other than Mommy, or Gramma, or Aunt Robin who he was named

after, or his cousins. He wouldn't be able to.

But one look at Mommy's eyes told him that he would have to, and that

he was in big trouble.

"Oops!" He said.

"Robin Matthew Twaddle," said a very unamused Mommy. "I thought we

were all finished telling Mommy 'no.'"

Robin flung his arms around Mommy's neck. "I'm sorry, Mommy!" He

said truthfully. "I forgot."

Mommy hugged him back - how Robin loved having a *nice* Mommy! She

gently rubbed his back and kissed his ear. "I know you forgot,

darling. Do you want to remember to always obey Mommy, no matter

what?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Robin nodded decisively.

"That's my little treasure!" Mommy said proudly. "Go get Mommy's

paddle."

Mommy let Robin go and he toddled painfully to the bathroom wall,

next to Mommy and Papa's door, and fetched the paddle, with the holes

along the side that went 'swish' so awfully. Walking carefully after

last night's spanking, Robin went back to Mommy and handed her the

paddle.

"Mommy..." Robin said, as his mother bent the six year old over her

knee.

"Yes, precious?"

Robin turned slightly to face his mother, who was holding the paddle

thoughtfully between her hands.

"Thank you," he said.

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