Give up and ask mom

After spending the whole morning convincing various girls to be my partner, I decide to give up

In the afternoon I return home, and since my father is still busy preparing lunch with my mother on the sofa in her tracksuit who reproaches him for taking too long, I choose to go upstairs without making any noise with my backpack on my shoulder to my room

I don't have time to put down my backpack and lie down in bed before my mother calls me back downstairs

“Shit, he must have seen the report card,” I say to myself, and get out

"Hi love, how was school?" My mother says as soon as she sees me

“Well, it was a normal day,” I say as I avoid eye contact and try to sound as sincere as possible

"Normal? And you tell me this with that fake innocent face?" He rolls his eyes "I saw your first semester report card, your teachers uploaded it to the site in advance"

I sit at the table, while lunch is ready "I'm already trying to fix it" I exclaim with a slightly embarrassed expression

"I understand that you are disappointed, but don't be discouraged. A grade does not define your intelligence. In fact you have a high average for a boy, what I don't understand is... a four in physical education? But how could this happen? I remain silent for a while, then I exclaim "it's just that I have a problem with girls, I can't do the exercises with them"

My mother gives me a slap "Don't be a misogynist, I raised you so well, look at how submissive your father is, if you got a failure it's your fault"

I start to feel guilty "See mom, I have problems with the exercises they make us do, they want me to kick girls, I don't understand..."

My mom makes me sit on her lap and hugs me "It's normal that you don't understand. You're just a boy, one day you'll find the right woman who will show you that the practice lessons have helped. Maybe we can find a way to improve together"

Mom forces me to change position, putting me on my stomach in her lap, after which she starts spanking me "you deserve these, you got a failing grade and you also disrespected your classmates" she tells me

I mentally count the spankings, and when I reach the seventh I find the courage to speak

"mom, I saw that there is another way to pass the subject, the school is organizing a tournament for students..."

Mom continues with an eighth and ninth spanking

but if you really want to participate in that tournament I can help you practice "My son will never fail if you don't find a girl on your own, I will train you for this tournament"

Once she reaches ten spanks she stops, I nod, a little more relaxed. my mother caresses my cheek.

“Remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what" she tells me