Had she diapered him before putting him down for his nap, he would have wet and cried to be changed. Had she wanted to take his temperature, he would have eagerly turned onto his stomach for the baby thermometer. All of those thoughts surged through his mind as his spanking went on and on and on. By the time she finished, Billy was lost in an delicious confusion of “little boy” feelings and new sensations he dimly recognized as something more grown up. Instead of sitting him up right away, Belinda let him lie there until his crying subsided while she gently massaged his sore Bottom. Afterwards, when she cuddled him on her lap and told him all was forgiven, he clung to her, hoping it would never end.
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