Chapter 5: What Happens to Naughty Boys Who Can't Follow Simple Instructions?

Continued from chapter 4:

She continues her relentless ****, the sharp cracks of her palm against my satin-covered skin filling the air. Watching my tear-streaked face in the mirror, she wears a cruel smile.

“Tears already, Ero? And here I thought you had conviction in your little 'artistic statement.’”

She punctuates her mocking words with a flurry of hard spanks, the satin growing damp with my tears and sweat.

“If your genius is so unappreciated, why don’t you run off and find some other audience for your perverse creations, hmm?”

Abruptly, she stops, leaving my bottom throbbing and raw. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of my panties, slowly peeling them down to mid-thigh.

“Noooooo!!! Noooooo!!! Not my panties, Dr. Liang. Zoe, please! I don’t want to be spanked on my bare bottom!!! Plllleeeaaassee!!!”

Ignoring my pleas, she continues to drag my panties down until they pool around my knees, fully exposing my bright red, throbbing backside to her hungry gaze.

“Shh, shh, no more whining now,” she scolds, delivering a sharp smack to one quivering cheek.

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“You brought this upon yourself with your disgusting display of insubordination.”

She runs a possessive hand over my heated flesh, squeezing roughly.

“Mmm, such a pretty pink color... I think I’ll keep you like this for a while,” she muses, tracing the curve of my ass with a sharp nail.

“Maybe parade you around the department like this—bent over, bare-bottomed, and blushing so prettily. Show everyone what happens to naughty boys who can’t follow simple instructions.”

“SMACK!”

She begins spanking me with renewed vigor. I begin to buck as my pink bottom quickly turns red under her rhythmic hand.

“SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK!”

I weep, watching her delighted and smug expression in the mirror as she spanks my bottom with crisp precision.

“SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!”

“Dr. Liang! ZOOOEEEE!!! DR. ZOE LIANG! PROFESSOR, PLEASE!!!”

Dr. Liang pauses her brutal ****, admiring the deep crimson hue of my thoroughly punished bottom. A sadistic grin spreads across her face as she drinks in the sight of my anguished, tear-stained visage in the mirror.

“Listen to you, wailing like a child,” she taunts, rubbing my burning cheeks almost gently.

“It’s almost cute how you think begging will save you now.”

She leans down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers,

“I told you I’d make you beg for mercy, didn't I? And here you are, giving me exactly what I wanted.”

She nips at my lobe before straightening up, raising a rectangular wooden paddle menacingly.

“Now, since you’ve been such a stubborn little boy... I think it’s time for the real punishment to begin.”

I feel the cool wood on my bottom and shriek with terror, gibbering, tears and snot mixing together and running into my mouth. Dr. Liang smiles wickedly and snakes a burgundy satin-colored arm around my waist, securing me to her side, securing my doom.

POP!

The first spank of the paddle strikes my angry red bottom with a meaty pop.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

Dr. Liang laughs with sadistic glee as she paints my bottom with fire.

“Dr. Liang! Zoe! Dr. Zoe Liang! Professor, please!!!”

I weep, howl, and wail. I beg, gibber, and shriek. I can see nothing through the haze of tears that pour from my face.

“Dr. Zoe Liang! Professor, please!!!”

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

“Zoe! Zoe! Please don't spank me anymore. I’ll be a good boy for you. The best boy. Please, Mommy.”

“Mommy! Mommy! MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!”

She pauses, drinking in the sight of my utterly broken, babbling form draped over her lap. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she hears me regress to calling her Mommy. She pets my hair almost tenderly, even as she grinds the wooden back of the paddle against my throbbing, tear-streaked bottom.

“Shhh, that’s it, baby boy. Just let it all out,” she coos, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

She reaches down, scooping up a handful of my tears and bringing them to her lips, savoring the salt on her tongue.

“Mmm, delicious. The nectar of a properly chastised child,” she purrs, before continuing her **** with renewed vigor.

“But I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet, have you, Ero?”

“No, Mommy. I don’t think I have,” I sniffle and cry, limp and defeated over her lap.

The warm wood of the paddle continues to rub circles on my bottom that now matches Dr. Liang’s burgundy silk blouse.

“I thought I did a good job on my project. I thought it was good. It was my naughty little joke to make a sex toy, but it’s a good project that meets the criteria.”

“I still haven’t learned my lesson... I probably need you to take me and break me completely over your lap. Mommy, please spank me. I’ve been a bad boy, and I’m sorry. Make me a good boy for you. A good little panty boy that takes his spankings like a man when he’s been naughty.”

I lift my bottom to meet the paddle.

“Spank me, Mommy.”

Her eyes glitter with sadistic delight at my complete submission and regression. She grips my hair, yanking my head back as she leans in close, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

“Oh, you want to be my good little panty boy, do you? Want me to mold you, shape you into the obedient toy I know you can be?”

She releases my hair with a sharp tug, only to bring the paddle down on my upturned bottom with a resounding CRACK!

“Then take your punishment like a good boy, Ero. Scream for me. Let the whole building hear what a naughty slut you are for your mommy’s discipline.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

She sets a brutal pace, the wooden implement dancing across my already abused flesh, painting my bottom a deep, angry red.

I shriek under the relentless paddling. My bottom wiggles and dances to try to avoid the pain, but Dr. Liang is a true marksman, and there is no escaping each spank as it lands flush, exactly where she meant it to. She tattoos a drumbeat of paddle spanks as I go still and surrender to her.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommmmyyyyy!!! I’ve been such a bad boy! Thank you for making me good. I’m going to be a good boy now. A panty boy. Such a good boy for Mommy!”

She slows her brutal ****, the paddle now falling in a steady, measured rhythm—CRACK, pause, CRACK, pause. Each impact sends shockwaves through my trembling body, my tear-streaked face contorted in anguish and **** pleasure.

“That’s right, baby boy. You’re learning your place,” she croons, her free hand kneading the supple flesh of my throbbing bottom.

She shifts, spreading her thighs wider, allowing me to feel the heat radiating from her core.

“I think you need a reminder of what happens to naughty boys who disobey.”

With a wicked grin, she slides two fingers beneath the waistband of her soaked panties, gathering the slick evidence of her arousal. She brings them to my mouth to suckle.

“Feel that, Ero? That’s what a good little spanking does to Mommy.”

“Thank you, Mommy. Zoe. I’m all confused now... I’ve never been spanked like that before. I like the way that tastes. Can I have some more?”

She chuckles darkly, sliding her fingers back into her panties, and then swiping her glistening fingers across my lips once more, maintaining eye contact.

“Mmm, greedy little thing, aren’t you? So **** for Mommy’s essence already.”

She sets the paddle aside, both hands now free to roam my punished body. She traces the curves of my bottom, dipping teasingly between my cheeks.

“I think you’ve earned a small reward for being such an obedient boy. But remember, Ero—Mommy always knows best. If I say no, you accept it graciously, like a good submissive slut.”

She hooks a finger in my mouth, pulling my lower lip down.

“Suck. Show me how much you appreciate Mommy’s guidance.”

I suckle her fingers, coated once again with her arousal.

“Mmmm, I like that. Can I taste where it comes from, you know, as a proper thank you for the blazing bare bottom you’ve just given me?”

A wicked smirk plays across her lips as she considers my pleading request. After a moment, she nods, slowly withdrawing her fingers from my mouth.

“Very well, my eager little pet. Since you asked so sweetly...”

She stands abruptly, forcing me to stumble to my feet. With a firm grip on my hair, she guides me to my knees before her.

Her other hand makes quick work of her skirt, shimmying the expensive fabric down her toned thighs to pool at her ankles. Her panties quickly follow, and soon she’s not wearing anything, her glistening folds now mere inches from my face.

“Go on then, Ero,” she purrs.

“Put that clever tongue of yours to good use. Worship Mommy like the devoted **** you are. And if you do a thorough enough job...”

She trails off, leaving the promise hanging in the air.

“I’ll have you on your hands and knees in front of that mirror and use your art project on you...”

To be continued in chapter 6...