It's worth a try

Your head is spinning as you slide your jeans off and pick up the panties with shaking hands. You can't believe you are in the position you are in. Also, Rebeccah seems to be familiar with all of this. Why didn't she warn you her mother was like this?

The panties fit snugly, but not too tight. Your penis and balls are nestled tight against your groin, and are completely covered by the fabric. You admit to yourself they are actually a pretty good fit, and the fabric feels good against you. You are zipping up the fly on your jeans when the door opens.

Rebeccah's mother comes in and closes the door, standing in front of you with her hands on her curvy hips. Her cheeks are flushed, and her green eyes flash with what you assume is righteous anger.

"Are you ready for your spanking?" she asks quietly.

"Yes, Mommy," You say, unable to keep the tremble from your voice.

Rebeccah's mother sits on the edge of your canopy bed and looks up, arching her pretty eyebrow.

"Remove your trousers, please," she says.

Your trembling fingers, unbutton your jeans and then lower your fly, reversing what you just did.

"I see you put on the panties. You get a point for effort, but I'm afraid the punishment still stands."

"Mommy," you start, trying to think of something to say to make this not happen, but she shushes you sternly.

"Let's not make this any harder than it needs to be."

You start to turn around to lower your panties, but she stops you.

"Stop being bashful. Just take them off and come over here," she says.

You lower them, embarassed and then approach her, using your hands to hide your penis which seems to be shiveled in fear. Rebeccah's mother's face seems to soften just a bit.

"Come now, it won't be so bad," she says.

She takes your wrist and guides you over her stockinged lap. You can see as you take your position, that she is wearing stockings because you can see the black lace of her stocking tops peeking out, just under the hem of her skirt. She balances you effortlessly on her curvy thighs, and you can feel the nylon of her stockings against your hips.

You feel your penis twitch, and you groan inwardly. Please, please, please don't get an erection.

The first smack surprises you. For some reason you weren't expecting it, and it wasn't as hard and stinging as you thought it might be. You feel relieved. Maybe this won't be as bad as you built it up to be.

Rebeccah's mother continues to spank, her hand smacking on your bottom, a little harder each time, but not too hard, each one making a loud spanking sound. Your bottom starts to feel warm.

Your penis twitches again, and just the feeling of it twitching against her stockings, in the cleft between her full thighs causes it to grow even more. You try to think of anything else, but it's useless. The spanks continue relentlessly. Smack, smack, smack.

She seems to have found her rythm. They are not getting any harder now, but your bottom is starting to sting and feel hot.

Somehow your stinging bottom is making you even more erect, your penis pushing down between her pressed together thighs. She can feel it. You know she can, and she isn't stoping or saying anything. You feel so humiliated, that you want to cry.

And just like that, you actually do start crying. As spanks relentlessly rain down on your burning bottom, and your erection presses between your future mother in law's thighs, huge tears start to spill from your eyes. It's all just too much. You try to hold it in, but a huge sob comes out of you, unbidden, from somewhere deep in your chest. Then the sobs are let loose and you start crying like a child.

The spanks finally start to slow and then stop with her hand resting on your burning bottom. Your penis is so hard that it aches and it's throbbing in time with your stinging bottom.

After a time, you hear her say "There, now. It's over. It wasn't as bad as all that, was it?"

Your sobbing quiets and you are left sniffling, feeling more embarassed by the moment by your throbbing erection.

"Pull your legs up here on the bed so I can cuddle you, Sweet Boy. There, there."

You pull your legs onto the bed and she pulls you into her arms, smothering your face into her warm breasts. You hope you aren't ruining her blouse with your tears. She starts to stroke your hair, clucking at you softly.

"Don't think I didn't notice your hard little penis," she says, still stroking your hair. "Be glad you didn't mess my stockings any more than you did, or I would make you clean them."

You are cringing at her words, although The feeling of her soft breast against your cheek and her nails running lightly across your scalp are enthralling.

"I suppose you couldn't help it. You are just a boy and you don't have much self control yet. Still, we can't have you running around the house with your little erection poking out, can we?" she asked, her voice still soothing.

"We will have to do something about that, but in the meantime, do you think you are ready to re-join the family, properly dressed and with a proper attitude?"