Please refer to previous Altar Boy series for background information.
Michael came down the stairs, his slippered feet padding on the ornate wood. He followed his nose to the kitchen, where Sister Mary and Sister Emily were taking something which smelled wonderful out of the over. The Sisters turned, and with smiles on their wrinkled faces, both said good morning. Sister Emily said "Well, I see sleeping beauty has decided to join us finally." There was twinkle in her eye, and Michael knew that he was being teased. The sisters placed a large platter of eggs and bacon in front of him. He had not really seen bacon for quite a while. With a large family, and very little income, they pretty huch had to live off of the garden, and of course, their 3 chickens, Henna, Hanna, and Henrietta, who did provide them with all the eggs a large family could eat. Michael looked at the sisters with wonder, and asked if he could eat a piece of the bacon? Sister Mary snorted, and turned to hide a tear, as Sister Emily told him he could have as much as he liked. This was a special day, as his mother and siblings would come today to visit him. He was helping clean up, when the doorbell rang, and the lovely face of his mother was at the door, followed by his 5 younger brothers and sisters. There were gay greetings, and many questions to answer. Sisters brought n special cakes and treats for the children, and a nice cup of tea for his mother. "Michael, let me see your room" his mother asked. Proudly, Michael led the way upstairs, feeling quite the man. When they entered the room, his mother closed the door. She told him that she was so very pleased that he was here, and she did appreciate the money that he had sent to the house. She said how important it was for him to stay here. She then sat on the bed, and motioned for Michael to come to her. She hugged him, and then, holding him by the arms, held him at arms length as she dropped her bomb.
I received a call from Brother at the school yesterday. He told me of your escapades, and advised me that you had been punished for them. He said he just wanted me to know, and that you have been a good boy for the most part. Tightening her grip on his arms, she stared at him. "Michael James O'Reilly, if I ever hear of you causing problems here again, I shall walk to down carrying your father's strap, and whip your butt until you think flames are shooting from it. Do you understand me?"
Shaken, Michael could only say "yes mother" in a quiet voice. Once again the little ten year old, and no longer the adult, he shivered as his mother's hands left his arms, and proceeded to undo the buttons on his trousers, pulling them and his underpants down to his feet, and lifting him onto the bed next to her, where she pulled his pants and undies off, over his socks.
Knowing what was coming, Michael started to cry, and promised to never, ever get in trouble again. His efforts fell on deaf ears, as his mother lifted him and pulled him over her lap, his bottom squarely over her lap, head and shoulders on the bed, one leg on the bed, and one leg off. Without saying anything, she rubbed her hand over his young, soft bottom. "Michael, I have diapered this bottom, I have powdered this bottom, I have whiped this bottom, and I have whipped this bottom, but I have never been disappointed in this bottom's owner. I shall instead be disappointed only in this bottom. My wrath will be only upon it. If you are innocent, you will not feel this. If you are guilty, maybe this will cause some of that Irish ability to get into trouble to wash out with the pain." With that, she raised her strong right hand and brought it quickly and squarely down on his butt, covering both cheeks with one stroke, and moving quickly from the middle, to one side, to the other, covering the entire bottom as it turned from white to pink to red to brilliant red. The squeals turned to cries and finally sobs as the boy lay over his mother's lap, his bottom feeling the pent up anger that she felt.
She stopped, and gently stroked his butt, noting the sharp contrast between his cheeks, and the untouched white area between them.
"Michael" she said. "A sobbing "Yes mother" came in reply. "Michael, have you learned anything this morning?" "Oh yes, mother", he said, half turning toward her, his own hand joining hers on his bottom, except that his was rubbing and kneading stinging flesh.
"That is good, Michael, but I am not certain that you understand that I wish to never, ever hear of any problems here. Now, so you will never forget, I want you to flip over on my lap. Do it now!"
Michael, not understanding, but knowing to not cause additional anger, flips over, his now inflamed bottom touching the wool of his mother's skirt, and feeling very stingy. His mother took ahold of his right ankle, and brought it up in the air, then forced it back, so that it was almost touching his shoulder. She then did the same with the other leg, until he now lay over her lap, face up, with his legs up near his head, his bottom pulled taught. The cleft area standing out brilliantly white against the vivid red of his cheeks. Pushing down on the backs of his knees, she forced his legs back as far as they would go.
Michael was clearly scared. He could look down, and see his little penis and bag, right in plain view! He started to cry, and beg to be let go, when he saw his mother's hand once again raise. This time, he could see the entire stroke, as her hand flashed down onto his bottom. Soon, the familiar pattern returned, except that for every stroke on a butt cheek, there was an equally powerful stroke right in the middle, starting just below his bag (thank goodness it was cold in the room, as his scrotum was tight against his body) and working its way down his entire crack. She pushed down harder, and finished with a flurry of strokes, mostly in the area between his bag and his little hole, but also visiting even his hole. He was screaming and choking with he was finally sat up.
"There lad. Now you will know what will happen if I ever hear about a problem again. Now get dressed." As the boy bent over in front of her, she admired the reddness of his bottom. Oh how she wished his father was here now to do this!
She told him to dry his tears, and that they would go rejoin the rest of the family. She reminded him that they were all going to confession, and he needed to confess several things.
As they headed downstairs, Michael wondered what his pennance would be for being a bad boy? Gosh, his underwear felt tight around his butt!