Seth's Bad Day

By Dr. Discipline

I lay in my bed crying, staring at the back of my hand. The silver 'P' marked there was barely visible in the low light and was blurred with my tears. I'd been lying in bed for over an hour now, unable to sleep. My bottom was still on fire and I could still taste the soap that had been in my mouth hours ago. My pillow was soaked with my tears from all the crying I done.

I reviewed today's events in my head, wondering if I could ever have a worse day.

***

Mom came in the room bright and early. I was pulled from the bed and my diaper was removed. I was over mom's lap in the blink of an eye. Mom raised her hand and brought it down across my bare bottom several times. I cried and squirmed around on her lap as mom continued my 'wake-up call'.

Thankfully, it didn't last long. I think that mom just wanted to make sure I was really awake. After I had settled down, mom dressed me and told me to play until breakfast was ready. I tearfully obeyed her, resuming work on my miniature castle that I started the day before.

I sat playing in my room until I was called for breakfast. I was quite hungry and ran down the stairs to the kitchen as mom was placing plates on the table. She grabbed my arm as I was about to sit down.

"What is the rule about running in the house young man?"

I looked down at the floor. I had forgotten about the no running rule. "Uh, not supposed to."

"Exactly" mom said as she picked up the helper paddle from the counter (apparently she had just spanked Jessica). Mom turned me around and dropped my pants and underwear.

I felt a series of rapid hard smacks impact my arse. I kicked my feet up one at a time to try and relieve the sting I was feeling. It didn't work. I started howling as the paddle built up a fire in my seat.

It was over after a couple of minutes. Mom ordered me to sit on the chair and eat my breakfast, which I did through my tears and sniffles. I finished eating shortly after the girls left for school.

After breakfast I was allowed to play in the backyard. Our house has a sandbox and I like to play with my various trucks in the sand. I really enjoyed myself, completely obvious to the world around me. At least until mom called me into the house.

Mom washed my face and hands while saying: "I want you to do some corner time before I give you lunch. And then it will be your nap time." I really wasn't too keen on being in the corner, but I had no choice. I walked over to the empty corner in the living room and stood there.

"No Seth, I want you on the cornerstool."

I didn't want to sit on that thing at all! I'd only been on it once and it hurt like hell. I pulled away from mom when she went to reach for my hand. It took me less than a second to realize that I had made a big mistake. In a flash of stupidity I made another. I ran.

I took off up the stairs and ran into my bedroom. I tried to crawl under the bed so mom couldn't get me. I was halfway under when mom entered the room. She yanked me out from under the bed by my feet.

Mom quickly stood me up and stripped me bare. She roughly forced me to lie down on my bed. She then reached into her waistband and produced a large wooden spoon. She held it up to my face.

"Seth, this is the King of Sting. This is my ultimate sanction against naughty children. I only use it for serious offences or downright defiance like you just demonstrated. Prepare yourself boy, because this is going to hurt like hell."

I looked over my shoulder speechless as mom raised the spoon high and brought it down in a blur. The pain was indescribable! It felt like mom was breaking my bum with the spoon. I tried desperately to avoid the blows. Mom was pushing down on the small of my back so I couldn't move.

This spanking was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. I thought that she was going to spank me until I couldn't sit for a month. Mom was spanking me very hard and very fast. After several minutes mom stopped spanking me with the spoon. I thought I was done, but I was wrong.

Mom put the spoon down and resumed spanking me with her hand. "I don't want to damage your bottom Seth, so I can't give you what you deserve with the spoon. So I'll just have to use my hand instead."

I barley heard her because I was in too much pain. The spoon had thoroughly tenderised my bum so that each smack of her hand felt as if she were using the helper paddle. I was still being down firmly and couldn't move.

Finally, after forever, mom stopped spanking me and let me cry myself down. It took a long time because I was still in quite a bit of pain. I eventually brought myself under control with some help from mom. She massaged my back and told me that it was over.

"I think you should have a nap now Seth. I'll bring you lunch when you wake up."

I nodded to mom and put my head on the pillow. My bum was buzzing and I knew that it would be very hard to sleep. I just couldn't get comfortable. I didn't dare put anything on my bottom though. I just lay on my bed with my eyes closed, pretending to be sleeping.

After a while mom came into the room to bring me lunch. Zoyon. I hate zoyon, but I was told that if I didn't eat everything on my plate that I would go to bed for the rest of the day with an even sorer bottom than I already had.

I took the plate and put it on the bed. I knelt beside it and ate the gross worm like stuff. They were dead of course, but that didn't help the taste any. Mom had also brought me some jola juice to drink. Again not my favourite thing in the world, but it was better than nothing.

I somehow managed to eat all my food. It really was disgusting, but the threat of another spanking scared me. I would have eaten radioactive waste if mom ordered me to. It probably would have tasted better than the zoyon.

Soon after I finished, mom came to collect the lunch dishes. She informed me that I was to spend the rest of the day in my bedroom. "You can play with your toys and games, but you are not to set one foot out of this room" she told me. Then she added: "And you are to remain bare bottomed for the rest of the day."

I wasn't thrilled at her news. I hated being alone, and being bare bottomed wouldn't be fun either. It made it too easy to get another spanking.

Mom left the room and I started playing with a game PAD while lying on my bed, on my tummy of course. It was a shooting game, where the player had to blast attacking spaceships. It was great for (re)-developing hand-eye co-ordination lost during the rejuve.

I used to be really good at this when I was a teenager. I actually placed second in a tournament when I was 17. I was less than pleased when the enemy blew my craft to bits on the third level. Terrible! A five-year-old kindern could have beaten that! I threw the PAD across the room, cursing at it. Unfortunately, mom was within earshot.

She stomped into the room furiously! "How dare you use that language in this house" she shouted.

Mom picked up my paddle off the dresser and pulled me across her lap. She quickly started smacking the paddle into my already bare backside. My bum was still sore from my morning spankings and I was reduced to a bawling baby boy in less than 10 seconds.

Mom was spanking me very hard. I howled in agony and tried to fight my way out from under the paddle. My squirming just seemed to make mom madder and she started to spank me harder and faster, to the point where she was giving full force smacks.

I couldn't take the pain anymore. I was fighting with all my strength, trying to get away. Unfortunately for me, mom was a lot stronger than I was. It didn't take long for me to become exhausted. I lay over her lap, limp as a rag doll, jerking as the paddle impacted my bottom.

Without warning or comfort, mom stopped spanking me and let me off her lap. She took me by the ear to the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. I screamed as my bottom came into contact with the lid. Mom took a washcloth and squirted a large amount of soap on it. She made the cloth foamy and then squeezed my cheeks together to force my mouth open.

Mom rubbed the cloth all around the inside of my mouth. I gagged of the terrible tasting stuff, but mom wasn't showing any mercy. Mom started to lecture me while I was being soaped. "I don't know what has come over you today Seth, but I will NOT tolerate any disobedience or foul language from any of my children. Penitatas or otherwise."

My soaping lasted for a good five minutes and I was blowing bubbles by the time she stopped. Then I was marched down to the living room, where mom pulled the cornerstool out from the corner. I was then picked up and was roughly set onto the punishment stool. Mom quickly fastened the ankle restraints and walked away from me.

I cried pretty hard while on that stool. It hurt a lot and I wished I could smash it to a million pieces. I wished I could dis-invent the stupid thing so that no one else would have to suffer on it. Of course I knew that the cornerstool was here to stay.

The soap in my mouth, combined with my blazing bottom and the very effective points on the stool (which by the way are 4 millimetres high and have a square base of 8 millimetres) broke what was left of my will within a few minutes.

I wanted attention, but mom was ignoring me as she always did to a child in the corner. This is why I hate corner time. I hate being alone. At least during a spanking I am touching someone and can feel their presence.

But in a corner there is nothing. No warm parental presence to comfort me, no one holding or touching me, just solitude. My emotions had complete control of me and I started to cry even harder as I felt more and more alone.

Finally mom let me off the stool and told me that I could rinse my mouth out. I dashed into the bathroom, eager to get the taste out of my mouth.

I quickly spit what was left into the sink and turned the water on full. I put my mouth under the tab and quickly filled my mouth with water and then spit it out. I repeated this several times but all I was able to do was to get the soap out. The taste still lingered. It wasn't as bad as before, but I could still taste the soap every time I swallowed.

I walked slowly back to the living room, hoping that mom wouldn't be there. I wanted to go up to my room and sulk for the rest of the day. But of course mom was waiting for me in the living room. I walked over to her reluctantly when I was called.

Mom reached out and gave me a hug and told me "Seth, I love you and I'm sorry I had to punish you like that. You have to understand that I don't like any child swearing, and I even wash Mary's mouth out with soap for it."

I nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry mommy, I just got mad." I returned the hug.

"I know dear. But may I suggest that the next time you get mad that you perhaps find a different way to express it, rather than cursing."

"Yes mom, I will try."

"That's a good boy. Now, I want you to go back up to your room where you will play quietly with your toys. No games for the rest of the day for you, understand?"

"Yes mom. I'll play real quietly okay?"

"That will be good. I'll call you down for dinner. Now go and play." She finished her sentence with a swat to my rear. I let out and "ow" as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom.

I knelt on my floor and got involved with my castle again. It was a quiet activity and I knew that mom wouldn't bother me as long as I was being quiet. I heard the girls come home from school and normally I would greet them, but since I was grounded in my room I stayed put.

Jessica must have known something was wrong because she came straight up to my room. She quickly noticed that I was bare bottomed and was trying to keep my bum off the floor. "Mom gave you a good spanking, eh?" she said.

"More like four" I replied in a very sarcastic voice.

"Why, what happened?"

"Well I got a wake up spanking, then I got a spanking for running in the house, which you saw. Then I got it with the spoon because I resisted her when I was told to go on the cornerstool. And then I got a fourth spanking after lunch for cursing."

Jessica's mouth dropped open. "You got the spoon? Are you okay?"

"I will be. It hurts like heck and I still can't sit comfortably. Now I know what you meant when you told me never to earn the spoon."

"I know. I've had the spoon twice, and I have no desire to have it again." When I didn't respond to her she continued: "I have some homework, but I'll play with you after it is done okay?"

"Sure" I replied.

Jessica left the room and I continued work on my creation. Work progressed quickly and I was almost done when Jessica came into the room. Together we finished off the roof just as mom was calling us for dinner.

Since I wasn't told that I could put my pants back on I had to go downstairs bare from the waist down. I gingerly sat at the table and ate my chicken and potatoes. It tasted like soap, and I had a hard time sitting still. We carried on a conversation as we always do at dinnertime. Mom quickly brought up my spankings.

"Seth got three earned spankings today."

"What for?" Mary asked.

"Well, first he got the helper paddle for running in the house, then he got the spoon for defiance for resisting the cornerstool and finally, he a good dose of his own paddle for swearing. He got a generous helping of soap too."

I wished that my chair would swallow me up. All eyes at the table turned towards me, except Jessicas'. "Is that true?" daddy asked.

"Yes sir" I replied.

After that the conversation shifted other matters. I mostly sat and picked at my food in silence. From the way dad was looking at me I could tell I was going to get a spanking before bed. I was in no rush to finish eating.

I really wasn't that hungry and still had quite a bit of food on my plate when mom started clearing the table. I told mom that I wasn't hungry and that I wasn't feeling good. She removed my plate from the table and excused me.

I was told to go upstairs and get ready for a bath and that I would be going to bed early tonight for my antics. I of course obeyed and waited quietly in the bathroom for one of my parents to come up and bathe me. Dad came up in a few minutes and started to run the water.

"I am going to give you a good spanking when you come out of that tub, boy. You gave your mom a hard time today, and I don't appreciate that."

I cried as my fears were confirmed.

My bath was rather quick. Dad was just efficiently washing my body instead of taking his time and talking like mom normally did. He pulled the plug and dried me off. I was carried into my bedroom and set in my small chair, so dad could brush my hair out.

When he finished he ordered me to stand up and then he took my place on the chair. He pulled me across his lap. I knew he still had the brush in his hand. I felt it impact my bum after a few seconds over his knee.

"I want you to remember something Seth. No one likes a defiant, dirty-mouthed boy."

I was too busy crying and begging for mercy to respond. The brush quickly re-ignited my bottom, but I was too tired to fight this time. I had been completely broken earlier that day. Dad must have known this because the spanking only lasted a few minutes.

He let me off his lap and allowed me to cry and rub my bum while he got my pyjamas out. I was dressed for bed and tucked in on my tummy. Mom came up at that moment and both my parents gave me hugs and kisses. They left the room, leaving the door ajar as they did every night.

That was over an hour ago.

***

I pushed myself up on my elbows and brushed away my tears. I heard someone coming up the stairs. I looked towards my door as it opened. I saw mom's silhouette in the doorway. "Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked crossly.

"I'm sorry mom, I just can't get comfy and my bum is very sore."

"Well Seth, I don't know what you expect me to do about that."

"Can I please have some nano-lotion?"

"I'm afraid not. We used the last bit up on Easter." I started crying again. I thought I would never get to sleep. "But," mom continued "I think I have something that will help."

With that she left and returned a moment later with a bottle in her hand. She removed the sheets and diaper and squirted some of the cool lotion onto my bum. I hissed through my teeth as she rubbed the lotion into my butt.

"It's not nano-lotion Seth, but it should help."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Sunburn cream."

I bit my lip as she rubbed the cool cream into my bum. It felt really good. It didn't completely take away the pain, but it sure went a long way. When mom finished I stood up and threw my arms around her.

"I love you mommy. I'm sorry that I was so bad today. I didn't mean it you know."

"I know dear, and I forgive you" she hugged me back. Somehow, her hug filled me with strength and comfort. She held me close and rubbed my back and my hair. We broke off after a solid minute of hugging. Mom redressed me for bed and tucked me in on my side. She gave me a final kiss goodnight and left the room.

I looked again at the silver 'P' on my hand, reflecting on what just happened, I then thought again about my day.

I quickly fell asleep while smiling to myself.

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