On any other pretty day like this, Crash would be playing outside. It feels so good to lose track of time, playing pretend with the sun on his face and grass under his bare feet. But today he’s inside, sitting on the edge of his bed with his tummy in knots. Crash knows he was a naughty boy this morning, and Mommy is going to punish him when she gets home.

Crash is usually such a good boy that she doesn’t resort to harsh discipline. But Mommy promised him a sound spanking after he took time to think about what he had done. So he sits on his bed and tugs on the lace of his skirt while he tries not to let the stinging tears in his eyes get big enough to fall.

She doesn’t spank him often, but Mommy thinks spankings need to hurt if they’re going to teach naughty boys and girls a lesson. Crash remembers the last time he got a spanking. He was draped over her lap with his polka-dot panties tugged down around his ankles. She smacked his bare bottom until he started to cry and beg her to stop. He promised to be a good boy, and told Mommy he would never be naughty again as his voice got more desperate and choked with sobs. Mommy kept spanking Crash until he was a very sorry little boy.
After it was all over, Mommy held him tight and ran her fingers through his soft, brown hair until he ran out of tears. Crash rested his head on her chest and fell asleep, and promised himself he would be a good boy from now on so she wouldn’t need to punish him again.

Crash knows that when Mommy gets home, she’ll raise his frilly skirt and pull down his white, cotton panties and spank him until his bottom is red and burning hot. But he also knows that she’ll cuddle and kiss him after she sees that he’s been thoroughly disciplined, and keep him warm and safe in her arms.