Until after the fireworks!

"Oh! Please I don't want to get spanked!" Shamie turned his head to his mom and then the other way to several guests, and especially his sisters. "Please mommy don't-don-t-t spaaynn-k' khh mee..."

"Shamie."

Shamie looked back up at his mom.

Mrs. Chalicre, looked down at her son's face and took in the sight of the diaper sticking out from under his quivering bare ass, then the length of his torso over his sweaty pale lower back and sweat soaked short sleeve t shirt, to his naive young face with hope in his eyes.

"Okay, Shamie, I won't spank you." Kendra Chalicre watched her son briefly flash a smile, though he was mortified at being scolded for wetting his bed and made to sit over a diaper, he looked away from his mom, back up at the corner in the ceiling above him then breathed a sigh of relief, while every girl previously gloating now felt disappointed, yet they were all glad that they were so entertained.

"Your sisters will."

"Ugshch!" Shamie cringed intensely, glancing back at his mom and behind her at Helen and her friends, who all cheered, then at Hazel and Elizabeth, and everywhere he looked he saw girls joyously moving and speaking.

"HA HA HA YES!" Elizabeth instantly danced and jumped. "Shamie gets a spanking! Shamie is getting a spanking!"

"I." Helen was taken aback, but then, pleasantly surprised, she took up the responsibility. "Oh mom okay! :D" She cheered. "I know this won't be like the silly game of spanko we gave Shamie on his birthday! Yes, I'll do my duty, mommy!"

"Yes, mom." Hazel added. "After the fireworks is when you would've spanked him?"

"Oh, when you think it's time." Mrs. Chalicre informed her daughters.

"Oh we should give him a spanking after the fireworks. Let him sit and think about what is to come." Hazel suggested.

"Yes, we should each give him a spanking after the fireworks, and in the meantime." Elizabeth crouched down and began spanking Shamie again. "We're going to spank you so much! We're going to spank you and spank you! Yes we'll be spanking you, yes your butt is for us to slap. Ha ha! We're going to give you a spanking~ we're going to give you a spanking~ Yes, yes we are!"

Even as they looked forward to giving Shamie a serious spanking, they all had no problem slapping his butt at random moments, sometimes while feasting. They would let him sit for up to 20 minutes without slapping his ass, bug more often would casually spank him, sometimes rather harshly with a fully raised arm, while strolling through. A few minutes here and there spent basically batting his ass from both sides with quick flurries, especially by Elizabeth who loved to taunt him as she spanked him, though he knew she would give a severely painful spanking when she wanted to. She'd even spent at least ten minutes raising her hand in the air to power slap the naked butt every 20 seconds or so, before returning to the occasional flurry of love taps badgering his heiney.

Shamie was in hell, viewed by tons of beautiful ladies he couldn't see that all loved the sight and sound of his mortifying penance. Hazel, Helen and Elizabeth all sat with his mom next to him, chatting with guests, with plates of cakes they washed down by drinking fine, tasty juice.

"Are you sure you don't want to spank him mommy?" Hazel asked. Shamie cried into the corner and cringed while every girl present laughed.

"Oh, I'll spank him long and hard tomorrow. I'm so glad the rest of my kids are all so good, none of you ever got spanked. You never blamed each other." Mrs. Chalicre mortified her son, talking openly about how hus butt would be slapped silly and seriously all day tomorrow.

"Yeah, he's just a brat." Hazel turned to her brother, "Do you think you're an adult, Shamie?"

Almost too afraid to answer, he quickly stammered out a quivering "n-n-no-o-oh-oh"

"Good, because you're not. You're a naughty, bare bottom, bed wetting brat, and everyone can see your butt, Shamie, and the diaper sticking out from under it, and everyone knows they're soon going to see you getting spanked, sitting on a diaper, and we've all your, teehee, tiny widdle needle p p! Pfwaha!" Hazel wiggled her pinky.

"Yeah," Naomi added, "you're going to get spanked in front of everyone and you have to sit with your butt out while we get to eat and dance! You don't get to have treats or look at these pretty girls and fireworks."

"Guys guys! The show is starting!" Katie alerted everyone.

Shamie endured the fireworks, crying and quivering anxiously, and everyone ate treats while he was laid comically butt up in the corner.

The guests ooh'd ah'd and oh'd at the smiley faces, hearts and other common designs and wow'd and oh wow'd at the rarer, more clever flashes of fireworks that seemed to be animated, like a stick figure walking and another breakdancing.

The fireworks calmed before they escalated again, and ended after a longer than usual penultimate stretch, with each firework drawn out as a winding whistle followed by a pause then a loud bang, and several seconds between each firing into the air. The intervals, each giving silent reprieve to the attentive room, initally lasted for several seconds, slimming into increasingly rapid, consecutive whistles and booms, until the 2nd apex, more immense than the first, was a crescendo of a hundred different platforms launching blotches of colors simultaneously, each set having between a single large rocket or several dozen smaller ones, some with a few clusters of exceptional designs.

That was the finale of the finale.