She helped him up and over onto the bed where she let him lie on his stomach so he could rub his fanny.
“Now for the naughty child with the 104.2 temperature. Your bottom is going to be a lot hotter than that when we return from church, Billy.”
Belinda crossed the room with purposeful strides, took hold of Billy’s arm, and raised him off the bed. At that point, it was apparent to all that Billy was in quite a state as well.
“More naughtiness, I see” said Belinda, and slapped Billy’s hands to his sides before sitting down, lifting her skirts, and pulling him over her bare thighs. Billy was already crying softly and calling out,
“Please don’t spank me, Belinda .. please don’t spank me. … noooo”
Belinda was pleased to find Billy physically compliant, despite his verbal protests. He was easy to draw over her thighs. And as soon as she pulled him far enough over so that his feet left the ground, he shifted from begging for mercy to waving his legs back and forth and crying,