Chapter 10: It's For Your Own Good, After All

Continued from chapter 9:

I shuffle over to Lauren and Erica, my cock still rock hard and bobbing ridiculously in front of me. They smile up at me and take my wrists. Nora smiles as she sits across from me, watching me bend over Lauren and Erica's laps, my hard cock coming into contact with the warm, bare skin of their thighs.

Nora settles herself comfortably in the chair opposite the impromptu spanking bench, crossing her legs slowly and deliberately. She leans forward, elbows resting on her knees as she fixes me with a piercing stare, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

“Now then,” she begins, her voice low and dangerous, “let's see how well you can take your punishment, shall we?”

“Remember, Ero, every squirm, every whimper, every tear...it will only prolong this delicious torment.”

She nods to Erica and Lauren, giving them a subtle signal to begin.

“Go ahead, girls. Teach our naughty nephew the importance of self-control and respect for others' boundaries. And don't be afraid to really put your backs into it—I want to hear him scream for mercy.”

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Without ceremony, both hands start spanking me at once. I squirm and writhe on their laps, my bottom turning pink under their relentless ****.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Look at him wiggle,” Erica laughs. “He’s so pathetic! What a little sissy!”

I burst into tears, utterly humiliated, my penis retreating and softening, as my bottom surrenders under the stinging spanks.

SLAP! SPANK! SPLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

“Such a cute little butt, all pink and shiny. Even his cock is cute, now that it’s shrinking!”

Lauren giggles, giving my thighs a playful squeeze.

“Come on, Ero, you can do better than that!” Erica taunts.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I full on ugly cry, moving my hips from side to side, trying to escape, but to no avail.

“You’re going to need to learn to take this like a man—such a weak little boy!”

“Yeah! If you want to be treated like a big boy, you have to act like one!” Lauren adds, mock seriousness lacing her tone.

SLAP! SPANK! SPLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

“You better remember this next time you misbehave!”

Nora nods approvingly.

“That’s right, girls. Make sure he understands the consequences of his actions. We wouldn’t want him to forget this little lesson, would we?”

Erica leans down close to my ear.

“You better hope you don’t get excited again, Ero, or we’ll have to do this all over! I don’t think you can handle another round!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Yeah, I mean look at you now! A little boy who can’t even stop crying,”

Lauren chimes in, her voice laced with delight.

“So sensitive! You’re so easily embarrassed!”

Both girls continue to scold me and mock me, further adding to my humiliation, while Nora smiles, thinking back to what I did to her the night before, relishing my humiliation and defeat.

SLAP! SPANK! SPLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

Nora leans back in her chair, a smug smile playing across her lips as she watches the spanking unfold. The sharp cracks of palm against flesh echo through the fitting room, punctuated by my increasingly **** whimpers and pleas.

She savors each twitch, each shudder of my naked body as it bounces under the relentless **** of Erica and Lauren's hands.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“That's it,” she coos, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Let those pretty little hands paint your naughty bottom red. Maybe next time you'll think twice before getting excited at inappropriate moments, hmm?”

Nora shifts in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs slowly, deliberately hiking up her skirt, drawing attention to the smooth expanse of thigh. Her eyes rake over my trembling form hungrily, drinking in every detail of my degradation.

SLAP! SPANK! SPLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

My eyes begin to drip tears, and it isn't long before I am silently crying over Erica and Lauren's laps.

“Aw, look at him,” Lauren mocks sweetly.

“Such a good little boy, even when he's being punished. I bet he loves this!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Do you love it, Ero? Is this what you wanted?” Erica asks, feigning innocence.

“Because it sure looks like you’re having a blast, all red and teary-eyed! Was getting hard for us worth it?”

Seeing my tears flow freely, Nora's expression softens slightly, though the wicked gleam in her eyes remains. She rises from her chair and approaches the spanking bench, her heels clicking ominously on the hardwood floor. Leaning down, she cups my chin roughly, forcing me to meet her gaze.

SLAP! SPANK! SPLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

“Shhh, there there,” she croons, her thumb smearing the tears across my cheek like a perverse caress.

“Don't cry, sweetheart. You're being such a brave boy, taking your punishment like this. I'm so proud of you.”

Her other hand slides down my back, nails raking lightly over my burning skin before coming to rest on the curve of my ass. She squeezes hard, pulling my cheeks apart briefly before releasing them with a sharp slap.

“Such a pretty shade of red already,” she chuckles.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Nora and the two girls talk to each other as the spanks continue to fall, Nora giving them pointers and the two girls giggling and talking about spanking me as if I'm not even there.

“Look at his poor bottom! I almost feel bad for him…” Erica teases, her voice sing-songy.

SLAP! SPANK! SPLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

“Almost! But not quite!”

Nora leans in close, her breath warm against my ear as she stage whispers to Erica and Lauren,

“A little higher, dear. Right where the cheek meets the thigh—that's where it hurts the most. And Erica, try alternating hands, really build up a rhythm.”

She pulls back, admiring the view as the spanks rain down, my skin growing hotter and more inflamed with each impact.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Mmm, yes, just like that. Look at him squirm, so **** and pathetic. I bet he's never felt so utterly powerless before.”

Nora circles around to the front of the bench, crouching down to catch my eye. Her voice is honeyed poison as she addresses me directly.

“Aren't you glad we're teaching you this important lesson, Ero? It's for your own good, after all.”

Finally, the spanking relents, and a giggling Erica and Lauren help me to stand, my bottom an angry red. I cry in front of them, my limp cock swinging back and forth as they laugh at me.

“I hope you've learned your lesson, mister,” Erica says, wagging her finger at me.

“Yeah, I hope when you sit down, you remember us,” Lauren giggles.

“Maybe we should take photos of you like this to remind you!”

“Thank you, girls,” Nora says.

“Why don't you take his sizes and bring us back some lingerie to try on? I'd like two sets of panties, one chemise, and one robe please...all matching. Something satin with lace, something super feminine in color. Thank you, Erica. Thank you, Lauren.”

As Erica and Lauren scurry off to gather the requested items, Nora turns her attention back to me, her eyes roaming appreciatively over my tear-stained face and bright red bottom. She reaches out to cup my chin, tilting my head this way and that as she inspects me like a prized possession.

“Well, well, well,” she purrs, her thumb brushing away a stray tear.

“Don't you make quite the pitiful picture, nephew. All cried out and glowing so prettily for me.”

She pulls me in close, and I sob into her satin-covered bosom, as she rubs my spanked bottom, like I'm a little boy who's been taught a lesson by his mommy.

Nora cradles me against her soft, pillowy breasts, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my tender buttocks while the other strokes my hair in a mockery of maternal comfort. She hums softly, a tuneless melody that seems to mock my distress.

“Shhh, there's my good boy,” she coos, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Let it all out. Cry for me, Ero. Let me feel those big, strong shoulders shake with each sob.”

To be continued in chapter 11...