And in the end, when Billy’s turn finally came, he was glad to go over her lap. In part, it restored some modesty. More importantly, it allowed him to get past the terrible anticipation which had been building since the beginning of dinner. And by then, he realized that he actually needed his spanking, if only to return to the good graces of the woman he worshipped.
Though Billy also cried like a baby, it was more out of psychological release than anything else. The spanking was painful but it wasn’t anything like the fiery touch of his mother’s paddle. Afterwards, as he sat on Mrs. Wilkins’s lap and promised to be good while hugging her, he felt more loved and at peace than he could remember feeling in months. With reminders of what would happen if they weren’t good boys, Mrs. Wilkins took Johnny and Billy back upstairs and put them to bed. She even read them a story before turning out the light.