Red Handed

By Dr. Discipline

The USS Huron banked wildly to the port, just avoiding an enemy pahser blast. It quickly changed direction and arced upwards sharply, firing a volley of torpedoes at its attacker. The enemy ship crashed (to my bedroom floor) in an inferno of (imaginary) flames.

I put my toys down and sat on my bed, taking a break from my fantasy-battle. My tummy told me that it was getting close to lunchtime. A morning of hard playing had made me hungry and I decided that I wanted my lunch.

I left my bedroom and went downstairs to ask mom to make it for me. When I found her, she was asleep on the couch in the living room with a PAD resting in her lap. 'She must have fallen asleep while reading' I thought.

I watched her for a minute, she was sound asleep. This was good, because I needed to do something on the computer that I knew I wasn't allowed to do. But with mom being asleep, I could just log on, do my business and 'poof' ' I'm gone.

I crept into my parents' bedroom and sat at the computer terminal. I logged on and familiarized myself with the system interface that my parents used. I wanted to check my mail and I also wanted to see how my favourite off-world sports teams were doing.

I was only on the computer for about 10 or 15 minutes when my work was finished. I logged off and put everything back the way it was before I entered. I quietly went back up to my room so mom would never know the difference. I decided to give her a few minutes before I asked her for lunch.

I knew that there was a logger in every household, but I wasn't worried about it. I didn't do anything illegal; I just logged on, checked mail, got updates on sports scores. Nothing out of the ordinary that would attract attention. I didn't think I'd get caught.

I resumed playing in my bedroom with various toys, letting my imagination take over. It was a lot of fun, I started making sound effects and getting right into my play.

The Huron was again attacking (defending itself) against their enemies when I caught a glimpse something that stopped my playing right there. I dropped my toys to the floor and noticed that my hands were bright red!

I got up and dashed into the bathroom to wash them. I ran the soap over, under and around my hands but it didn't work. It dawned on me that mom must have sprayed the computer terminal with 'Red Handed'. It's a spray product that causes a reaction with the skin, making it turn red. It allows a parent to know for certain if a child touched something.

I suddenly felt very bad for what I had done. I knew I couldn't get the red off my hands without the special cleaner which mom would have hidden well. I was going to get caught, and there was nothing I could do about it. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore as tears of remorse welled up in my eyes.

I thought that if I showed mom I was sorry she wouldn't punish me as bad. Perhaps if I sat in the corner until she woke up, that might work. It certainly couldn't hurt any, at least any more than the spanking I was sure to get. I slowly went downstairs and sat cross-legged in the corner, staring at my hands. I told myself that I wasn't going to move until mom noticed me and did something about it.

Thankfully, it didn't take too long. Mom woke up and stood behind me. "What are you doing Seth?" she asked. She must have seen my hands because she immediately said: "Oh, I see." She patted me on the shoulder and walked away.

I started to cry a little. 'Why won't she punish me?' I thought.

I sat there sobbing a little while mom went about her business in the house. Somehow, just sitting there waiting for my punishment was a punishment in itself. I wanted to ask mom when my punishment was going to start, but I didn't want it to start. What a paradox! I increased my crying as I continued to think about my situation.

I was also getting a little tired because I hadn't had my afternoon nap yet. I think that mom knew what was going on with me, because she told me to get up and come over to her. But before I could move though, there was a knock at the door.

I stood up and stretched my legs while mom answered the door. There was a girl about 15 or 16 years old there. "Yes, can I help you?" mom asked.

"Are you Mrs. Peterson?" the girl asked.

"Yes I am, what can I do for you?"

"I'm Lori, remember me? I was a penitatas of yours about 15 years ago."

Mom perked up at this. "LORI!! How are you? It's been so long and look at you, you're a completas now! Please come in and sit down. I was just about to take this naughty little boy over my knee for a good dose of the brush for getting into something he shouldn't have."

I looked at Lori's hands and sure enough the silver 'C's' of a completas were there. She had black hair and was about 150 cm tall. Lori came in and sat in the rocking chair, while mom sat in the middle of the couch. The two were somewhat facing each other, with me standing in the middle.

Lori noticed my hands. "Caught him red handed eh?"

Mom smiled. "Yes, it's a marvellous product. How many times did I catch you with it?"

Lori rolled her eyes. "Too many times, and I paid for every one didn't I?"

"Yes you did. You don't mind if I spank Seth out here do you?"

It was Lori's turn to smile. "Not at all. I'll even help if you want."

I knew that my doom was close at hand. Mom already had my blue plastic hairbrush in her hand. She patted her lap and motioned me over to her. I obeyed without much choice in the matter. Mom unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. I was then placed over mom's lap. I tensed up, waiting for the first smack.

It came after a few seconds, an explosion of pain across my seat. I took a moment to wonder why no matter how much you anticipate a smack; you're never fully prepared for it. One of life's mysteries I suppose.

This spanking wasn't very painful. Mom was just giving me light stinging swats with the brush. It was tolerable for the first five minutes but then it really started to burn. I kicked and squirmed and sang the song that all naughty children sing while they are being spanked.

Mom continued her conversation with Lori while she was spanking me. I couldn't hear what was being said over my cries, but I was sure they were talking about me. I felt terrible! I was being punished, and here were two people talking as if nothing was going on. I cried harder, practically begging someone to pay attention to me.

I was soon bawling my eyes out and mom didn't seem to be slowing any. My poor bum was on fire and I couldn't take anymore. At this point I think my spanking was going on for about 15 minutes. That blasted brush just kept on coming down on my helpless bottom.

When I was completely broken, mom stopped spanking me. She started to lecture me when I had calmed down enough to talk. "Seth, what's the rule about using the computer in this house?" she asked.

<Sob> "I have to ask permission first, and then <sniff> you gotta watch me."

"That's right <smack>. You'll remember from now on <smack> won't you?"

Mom resumed spanking me with the brush. Now she was giving the hard smacks that typically come with a punishment spanking. I cried that I'd learned my lesson and I wouldn't go near the computer again without permission or supervision, but mom wasn't listening.

My bottom was already very, very sore. The pain was just way too much for me to handle. I'd long since stopped fighting and just lay there, taking my smacks.

Finally, after the second part of my spanking had been going on for about five minutes mom put the brush down in front of me and just let my rest over her lap as she continued her talk with Lori.

"So what brought you back Lori? Last I'd heard you were moved to one of the Mars colonies."

"Ya, I was moved there about two years after I left you. As you know, I finished hard time with you and then I got two cycles of soft time before going completeas. My dad got a promotion and we moved back here last week. I was thrilled when I found out I was coming back to an old neighbourhood. I'm so glad you're still here.

"So how far away are you now?"

"About three blocks. I live on Maxwell Street." Lori gestured in the general direction of the area.

"That's great. Say, how'd you like to sit for Mr. Peterson and I when we go out? I have another penitatas, a six-year-old girl, and I have a 10-year-old voluntaras, my sister. I'd ask her to sit, but she's still too young to baby-sit at night or for more than half an hour or so."

"If my parents approve, sure. I'd love to make some extra money, God knows I can use it."

"Well that settles it then. But one thing, I want to see if you know how to spank a naughty bottom properly. Are you up to it?"

"You mean Seth here? Sure, why not?"

Mom let me up and handed the brush to me. "Go and ask Lori to give you a good spanking with the brush."

I bawled but obeyed. My pants and undies were tangled around my ankles so I had trouble walking. I waddled over to Lori. "Will you please <sniff> give me a good spanking with the <sob> bursh?"

Lori smiled at me. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

I was pulled across Lori's knees and tensed up for the third time. I got a surprise when I felt the brush impact on the backs of my thighs instead of my bottom.

"I'm going to thigh spank you Seth, since your bottom is already nice and red and hot" Lori informed me.

I started howling at that announcement. I'd never been thigh spanked before, so I didn't really know what to expect. Jessica and I had talked about it, and she told me that it was far worse than a spanking on the bottom.

I started to feel the sting almost immediately. Jessica was right, this was terrible! I found the energy to kick and squirm while continuing my crying. The spanking hurt so much and I quickly got tired from all the fighting I'd done that afternoon.

I was reduced to sobs and whimpers in record time. Partly due to the area that was being spanked, but more so because mom had already broken me. My will to fight was completely gone, and soon I didn't feel anything anymore. Lori sure could give a good spanking, and now that she was going to be my baby-sitter I knew I'd be giving her a lot more experience.

Suddenly she stopped and announced to mom that I'd had enough. I just lay limply across her lap, too sore to move.

"Excellent job dear" mom said while observing the teenager's handiwork.

"Thank you, ma'am. I learned well, from the receiving end that is."

"That you did. Would you mind putting Seth there down for his nap? It's a little late I know, but he does need his rest. I need to get dinner on. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I'll have to call my parents and ask of course, but I'd love to stay and catch up. I'll call them right after I tuck in little Seth here."

"His bedroom is the one next to the bathroom. You can't miss it."

Lori stood me up and pulled my underwear and pants back up. She then walked me up the stairs to my bedroom. She led me inside and pulled down the covers on the bed. I crawled inside and got myself comfortable.

"Seth, do you know that you are a very lucky little penitatas?"

I had to know what she was thinking. "Why do you say that?"

Lori sat on the bed next to me and wiped away my tears. "Because the Petersons are in my mind some of the best parents in the whole penitatas system. They will always give you a fair shake and treat you like any parent would treat their own child. And that is very rare for a hard timer. It is because of Mrs. Peterson that I only got two cycles of soft time, and I am so happy I found her. I owe her a lot for helping me get on the right path."

I certainly didn't fell very lucky. If I were lucky I would have parents that didn't believe in spanking, but I knew that was impossible, so I just smiled.

"Now you be a good boy and go to sleep, okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes. Lori left the room, leaving the door open behind her.

I heard mom and Lori talking for some time before I really started my nap.

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