Though Billy blushed, he was inwardly pleased at her remark. At that stage, he wanted nothing more than to stay over her knee all afternoon and have his temperature taken again with that baby thermometer before getting another one of her long, slow spankings. At the same time, he was dreading his impending punishment and already crying softly.
As she put him over her lap, he knew from past experience that it was better not to try to be brave and avoid crying when it was inevitable. A spanking was a little boy’s punishment and no matter how grown up Billy felt beforehand, when his pants and underpants were taken down and his bare bottom turned high over a female knee, a flood of “little boy” feelings overwhelmed him completely. The fact that he was always guilty of something in those situations didn’t make it any easier to feel like a big boy.