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David walked into his room. Hilda, Johanna, and his Mum all sat on separate chairs, the former wearing a dejected gaze that left David dumbfounded and worried. She looked like she wanted to break down. “Mum…what’s going on?” He asked his Mum who looked as firm as she did volatile as he closed the door. “David…please sit down” she said, directing to her son’s bed. David looked at his bed in fear yet confusion as he sat. His Mum did a brief breathing exercise before carrying on. “David….I would rather avoid beating around the bush and get to the point: Despite her…dodgy energy, in my earnest judgement, Hilda told me she would do anything to make sure she continued staying in contact with you…would you echo the sentiment?” She said. David wanted to scowl, but felt his plucky tone would do. “What sort of question is that? She’s my pal! Anywhere she goes I go!” he replied, unaware of how aggressive he may have come off. “Which is exactly what I’m was afraid of” she continued softly yet directly, adjusting her glasses in the process “You see, David, any Marra related activities should always be consulted with the authorities, not by oneself. You both are too young to understand the…necromantic levels they risk fading into if they keep those levels up” David imbibed these words by heart and drooped his head. “I understand, Mum, and I should’ve known better” he said “I’m…sorry” David’s Mum closed her eyes at this. “I can see that, David…but whom I want to understand this weight is Hilda’s Mum, if not her daughter, as so much has changed since she had lived here…we can’t exactly return to the comfort zone she was used to during Trollberg’s glory days, so it pains me, but you might know what needs to be done” said David’s Mum. David raised his head before nodding. “For how long am I grounded?” he asked. David’s Mum looked at her son before directing her gaze at Hilda’s Mum, the latter who nodded. “Hilda…would you like to tell him, dear?” Johanna asked, to which Hilda closed her eyes as tight as she could before working up the bravery to even look at David. Even with his usually friendly face was the situation nevertheless exacerbated. “David…mmmmgh…this is going to sound cruel…but our parents made up their minds….in that…” she struggled, not exactly wanting to tell him this deep down “…you have to be punished…the hard way” David’s heart dropped even further despite the confusion not budging. He finally saw how serious this was yet didn’t think Hilda would beat around the bush herself. “I still don’t follow, Hilda” he clarified. Hilda looked at his puzzlement for one second before directing her gaze away, the pang elevating these horrid vibes. “Are you positive you can tell him dear?” David’s Mum asked Hilda in a deceptively warm tone. “Yes, Ma’am…okay” Hilda began, standing up and sitting next to David. “David, I tried to convince them in…letting me take it instead…but…” she struggled, realizing David was going to know one way or another at last before motioning him to get close enough to speak in his ear.. It was after she let the salt lion out of the net when David’s face grew to one of heartbreak and trauma. “I’m sorry, David…but…it has to be a spanking, over the knee and everything” she whispered, her tone faltering. David could feel the colour from his face draining, regretting everything already. Neither one of them had ever gone through somatic as barbaric despite it being commonplace with any other child, including Frida. “M…Mummy” he asked “I…I can assure you I’ll never do this again, is this ABSOLUTELY necessary?” “David, sweetie, we already had this conversation with Hilda and her Mum” she said “However, we didn’t want it to be personal in the worst way imaginable, which was why I’m allowing Hilda’s Mum to administer…the strikes” David looked at Hilda’s Mum, mortified at the thought of someone so gentle and kind, at least with him, to even consider the idea. He never in a million years saw her as someone who agreed to something like this. “It’s only fair that Hilda at least knows what to expect from me next time, David” she said, nearly making David feel a fraction of what paralleled an amicable welcome amongst such a stern space. “Plus you’re a lucky boy. When I was your age, 50 bare bottom licks of the brush meant a warning compared to-” The combination of those two factors not only dropped him back to rock bottom but buried him even further. “Wait…you’re not serious…fifty bare bottom…please don’t…” David begged, looking at both Johanna and his Mum in immense urgency. David’s Mum briefly closed her eyes before nodding once. Her son had never felt so painfully vulnerable than he did at that moment. He needed at least an hour to think about this. As he looked down again, Hilda placed her hand on his shoulder, reminding him she was still by his side very much. And once she spoke still given an option or two. “David…you still have Frida…even if I DO have to leave…I…” she began, looking into his milquetoast eyes “I…I care for you too much to let you get hurt in any way conceivable, and if you think I would ever ask anything in return-” “Hilda” he said before giving her a quick hug. “It’s okay, I…I don’t deserve a friend like you…” He stood up, weakly yet with some momentum left in him. “…but I want to” David carried the all too real sickness he could only assume was his own seasick anxiety as he walked towards Johanna. He stood next to her, savoring the suspense from her reaction. Awkwardly enough she mimicked David’s attitude towards her daughter and hugged him just as briefly, the slight smell of spearmint and peaches nearly brought him back to his once unbreakable comfort zone. Her teacher like guise was reassuring in a way until she reached for her purse. “David…can you please pull your trousers down, along with any underwear you might be wearing, or…” she began, noticing his wounded embarrassment “…would you like me to do it for you?” David lost the ability to speak. He felt like the road to recovery was on thin ice, and he was already swimming underneath it. Acting upon instinct he raised his arms up before closing his eyes, partially sacrificing his manners now that they weren’t of much benefit anymore. After the uneasy sensation of his button and zipper being undone he felt Johanna’s warm fingers tuck themselves underneath the waistline of his trousers and underwear before she slid the same articles of clothing down to his heels. “I need you to step out of them, David. Then lay squarely down on my lap, understood?” Johanna saids, adopting some of his own mother’s severity despite her melodious tone persisting. As he opened his eyes and stepped out of his trousers and underwear, he at last accepted the humiliation. Hilda never even saw him fail to join the Sparrow Scouts choir, not that being a rotting corpse wasn’t the best alternative. He looked down at Johanna’s lap before laying his stomach down sideways on the cushion of her fairly voluminous thighs. It was always when he wanted to rush this that he kept on making mistakes. “David…I know you don’t want to hear this…but unless you’re trying to throw a spanner in the works…you need to adjust…your tush better for me to administer the brush properly, dear” said Johanna, her only somewhat saccharine tone not enough to stop the utter mortification from making David’s face even redder after those words were even thought up. It almost felt like she was inconsiderate on purpose. He hardened his resolve, along with potentially discarding his will to live, and moved forward until he was centered enough to as far as feel his genitals squeezing between her legs. The chagrin now grew with how defenseless he was. Johanna looked down, fully aware of how David’s small buttocks were close enough to see the anemic region his underwear left compared to the not so light complexion outside the tan lines. She laid the cold yet smooth surface of the brush on his cheeks, to which they recoiled a little upon tact. Johanna groomed David’s hair with her other hand for a few seconds, aware how this might be the hardest moment he was facing in his life. “Hilda” said Johanna, snapping her daughter out of her saturated guilt for however long it was allowed. “Pay attention because you’re going to be counting the whole way through, have I made myself clear?” Hilda felt cramped as it was yet knew David was doing his best from releasing any noise by wish. ”Yes Mum” she said, trying to endure the pain of seeing poor David like this. “Before I start, David, just one more pointer out of experience” she said as she ceased stroking his hair. “this WILL hurt, so if you need to cry then we are under no obligation to stop you once you can’t handle it, okay?” Said Johanna. Regardless of the grim anticipation the advice held, if not his position proving 100% otherwise, David at least now knew he was at the mercy of someone who was on his side. Even if it was clear she may not show it. “Mmm-hmm” David replied, his tone now more sentimental than his intentions could’ve wanted. Johanna closed her eyes, trying to cherish as much as she could before David’s perfectly affectionate image of her would vanish for good. Once done she opened her eyes to take an adequate zero in on the boy’s naked posterior, in its original colors, and raised the brush as far back as her arm could before forcing it down with belligerently immoderate strength. WHAP! David let out a small gasp. This was no more painful than Frida’s punches whenever she was in a bad mood, yet he still winced at the sheer expectation. While Johanna took in the lightly pale pink mark her brush had left on David, she once again took a deep breath before stating the obvious. “Hilda” said Johanna with a solemn tone. Hilda snapped out of it and did her best to fit into her role. “…Right, one” she said, hoping David could prepare himself just as easily. SLAPPP!! David couldn’t contain a groan that time, akin to saying “Ow” with his mouth closed. He felt the long holes of the brush on that one. “Two” said Hilda quickly. SLAP! What began as an itch developed into a full rash as David knew he wasn’t getting any number. “Three” David assumed it would be over soon, he still didn’t surrender to the illusion Johanna might as far as hate him this much. Then she reached the twelfth strike. WHAP! “Rrrgh!” David grunted, realizing how a good layer of that same plucky strength was under pretense. “Twelve” Hilda said. SMACK! “Nnnngh!” David moaned, his anger getting the best of him on that one. He longed for his castigation to pick up the pace as his waist wriggled from side to side to escape the ache. “Thirteen” David shifted between quivering the expanding bites away to earnest moans in his languishing desire to harbour his commitment. But once Johanna was finally halfway through David couldn’t control himself anymore. SMACK! “Mmnmnmnmnmmnmgh!” David cried, his pitch lower and sadder than he could even sing. It now also hurt hearing his own once proud voice sound so weak and pathetic, at last establishing his living nightmare, especially upon hearing the count. “Twenty-five” said Hilda, maintaining her stance in a way David almost mistook for apathy at this point. WHAP!! “OOOoooooooh ho ho…owww” David whispered. He thought he knew pain: this that pushed down on him, was worse. Pain had a limit, this spread an uncontrollable retaliation that contorted his body until it made him want to vomit. He didn’t even realize he was starting to sweat. “Remember what Hilda’s Mum told you, David” said David’s Mum, inadvertently adding lemon to the wound. He couldn’t deny how upset he was, yet he also didn’t want to look at his own Mum under fear of looking at his friend in the process. Nevertheless did he try to heed the advice, even though he didn’t want to know how. “Twenty-six” WHAP! “OOOwww…owie” He said silently, no longer caring the manner in which his emotions would make it come out. How he wanted to rub the now tender area of his cheeks as he could no longer deny Hilda’s Mum wasn’t exactly as kindred of a spirit as she so often appeared. Especially when he just reverted to his younger nature upon the thirty-fifth bite of the brush. SMACK! “WAAAAaaaaa haa haa haaa!” David weeped in honest pang, finally heeding her advice to a more convenient effect upon fully renouncing whatever dignity he thought existed. The chill of his own tears carved his face down to his chin. He began wondering if they’d call an ambulance after this. “Thirty…five” Hilda said, her voice fairly dejected even as David wondered what he felt like at this point. WHAP!! “AAAaaaaaaaaoooooowww*SOB*” David cried, the very sting now a burn. Just as that same illusion of loneliness due to the sheer amount of pain he was feeling started to make a comeback, he heard his friend. “…Th…thirty…si…six” she faltered. If David was to guess he’d realise this is how he sounded if he was the one counting. Maybe someone did care, despite his heart forced out onto his sleeve. As the punishment finished his cries shifted from miserable to embarrassingly plaintive. By the last strike he had reverted back to a toddler, vulnerable beyond measure. SMACK! “Owwwhooow*SOB*” he whimpered. “…Fif…ty” said Hilda, awaiting David’s relief. Johanna released a hefty amount of air, hoping to see David free from the hassle as her daughter. David, however, only continued to weep whatever was left of his consciousness out. Before Johanna even chose to speak she looked down at her handiwork. What she saw forced the brush to fall out of her hand as she covered her mouth. Dark velvet brush prints of varying tones, the more concentrated ones to the degree of torn scabs, coated around David’s once pallid butt. She didn’t dare call herself, nor any other female in the room. traumatised. Instead she allowed her heart to drop, picking up David’s instead. “C’mere, sweetie pie” said Johanna, flipping David completely over as she cradled him in her arms as he wept like an infant. “Shh shh shh, it’s all right…it’s all over” Despite Johanna’s forearm pushing on the all too painful nerves of his now tender regions David did his best to take convalescence in this. He knew Johanna never wanted him to see her as a sadist if she had any other choice. He was, after all, a baby to her. As she swayed her own body from side to side she began humming a tune. David recognized it as he had practiced it so many times despite his failure to master it in his attempts to join the choir. Johanna had managed to turn it into a lullaby. David’s Mum was perplexed upon recognizing it herself. “How-” she only managed. “She was a scout too” Hilda clarified. As she was preparing a reply David’s Mum looked at Hilda. The girl’s eyes were red and puffy, as though she had been going through almost as much trouble as David. “Hilda” David’s Mum silently exclaimed, getting close to the girl. After a good three minutes of letting David drain as much intense discomfort as possible, Johanna reached for the inside of her bag once again. “David, pumpkin, I…need you to lie back down on my lap” Johanna instructed, taking out two bottles. David abided, lying back down in his former position. “I’m sorry, love, but this might also smart” warned Johanna, removing the cap from the bottle of spray bactine. David didn’t even have a moment to prepare once Johanna directed it at the torn areas of his derriere before spraying everywhere. He naturally twitched it away as he released a small wail. “I know, dear, just squeeze my arm if it helps” said Johanna, stretching her arm for David to hold before she finished spraying. She placed that bottle aside and reached for the other one, squeezing out a creamy lotion she rubbed on both of her palms. She then pressed it onto David’s buns, sliding it in slow circular motion as she pressed it down over the nearly exposed rind until it sunk right in. After about five seconds of massaging she placed the bottles, along with the brush, back inside her bag. “You may put your clothes back on in your own time, David” Johanna finished. David once again heeded her and stood up before wearing his underwear and shorts once again. He then looked up at his friend. She was hugging David’s own Mum, under small disbelief of what they had gone through. David went near her. “I’m sorry for…making you go through this, David” said Hilda “…Maybe I don’t deserve a friend as good as you” David was flabbergasted. “Are you joking?” he asked, holding her hand “There’s no need to be sorry, Hilda… at least not with me if I were you” David signaled towards Johanna, who stood up and sat next to Hilda. “I think you and David deserve each other just perfectly” said Johanna “Though I’d heed his implication from here on out, Hilda” Hilda looked at David, who nodded, before she looked back at her Mum. “Yes Mum” The End