Another spanking

"Do you have something to say to me?" asks Rebeccah's mother.

She is sitting on the edge of your bed and you are standing in front of her, eyes downcast and afraid to meet her gaze. She is still wearing the sheer babydoll and nothing else, while you are wearing your diaper and a teeshirt.

You nod, and give a sniffle.

"Okay, then. Let's hear it," she says, seriously.

"I'm sorry, mommy..." you mumble.

"Speak up, Sweet Boy. And tell me what you are sorry for," she says.

"I'm sorry I was peeking at you," you say, just a little bit louder.

"Peeking at me and who else?" she asks.

"You and John," you say at the floor.

"I think you know what happens next," she says.

She reaches over and removes your diaper cover and then unsnaps your diaper, pulling it from between your legs.

"Your diaper is damp, but it doesn't look like pee. Has your little penis been leaking in your diaper?" she asks.

"Yes, mommy," you say, your cheeks growing hot.

"Were you listening to what John and I were doing in the bedroom?" she asks.

You nod miserably.

"I want you to answer me when I ask you a question. Did you have your hands in your diaper, naughty boy?" she asks.

"Yes, mommy," You say, barely above a whisper.

"What were your hands doing?" she asks. "Your penis is in a cage."

You feel your face redden even more.

"Please answer me, Sweet Boy," she says. "Were you playing with your bottom? Putting your fingers inside?"

"Yes, mommy," you say in a strangled whisper.

She pats her lap and you lay over it. She starts to caress your bottom and you anxiously wait for the spanking to start.

"So you were in here listening to my adult time with John, humping your bottom with your fingers." she says, and gives your bottom a smack.

"Yes mommy," you mumble.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" she says, punctuating each of her spanks.

The spanking is turning you on and your penis is straining against your cage. You feel it twitch with each spank.

"Even worse, you had to come and peek at us," she says, spanking you for emphasis. "You stood there for a while before you realized you had been caught. I suppose you got quite an eyeful."

She panks you a few more times, each one harder than the last. You are so aroused, your hips reflexively hump against her thighs, even though your penis isn't being stimulated.

"You saw how big and hard his penis is? And how forceful he was being?" she asks. Smack, smack smack.

"Yes, mommy," you say, gasping, and she spanks you again.

"Were you standing there in your diaper wishing you could be John?" she asks, and you can't bring yourself to answer.

"Answer me, please," she says, spanking you harder. You are trembling with excitement.

"Yes, mommy," you say, starting to sob.

The rythmic spanking has taken its toll and now you are crying, tears dripping on the floor.

"I'm afraid you will never be able to do what John does," she says, sounding sorrowful. "Obviously your penis is much smaller than his, but that's just a start. You simply don't have John's masculine presence. He's big and strong and he acts like a man. He takes what he wants and he doesn't apologize."

She stops spanking you and leaves her hand begins caressing your burning bottom. Her words are biting, but somehow they are making you even more aroused. You are trembling and your hips are moving on their own.

"Don't feel sad," she says. "A boy like you has oh so many uses, while a man like John has one single use.

While she is talking, you feel her fingertips roaming around on your bottom, and then you feel them move between your cheeks, and delicately brush against your little hole. The sensation makes you shudder with arousal.

"Oh, you are such a naughty boy," says Rebeccah's mother, her voice low and sultry.

Her fingertip teases your little hole a few more times, each time causing the same reaction, then her fingertip slides inside you and you moan out loud and you are suddenly climaxing, your penis crushed and pulsing in your cage. The intensity of your orgasm is overwhelming and it takes some time for you to come to your senses.