This short story is an entry in the 2011 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Ageplay
Baked Buns
Story Required William came home on Friday after a long week to find Betty busy baking in the kitchen in her Mommy apron. So he quietly slipped upstairs and changed into some shorts, t-shirt and sneakers. On impulse he garbed his favorite baseball cap, and put it on his head backwards.
After giving his hands a wash, he slipped back down into the kitchen and waited so that he could time his raid just right. So that he would be caught sampling the mixing bowl but too late to stop him from getting a taste.
He made his move and found cookie dough instead of cake batter. He smiled and took a pinch. He made a clearly audible "Yum" as he took his pilfered taste.
Turning from her preparation of the baking tray Betty scolded, "Billy no!"
Betty picked up a wooden spoon she had set out along side the supplies she actually need for the baking, and grabbed a hem of Billy's short shorts and pulled up, and smacked the back of the spoon down on the exposed sitspot.
"Young man, you do not take from the mixing bowl until it's ready to be cleaned," Betty scolded, punctuating her words with smacks of the spoon. Billy yelped convincingly given these were definitely bad boy smacks; but he expected that from the brat.
Betty then put down her spoon and let go of the hem, just to snatch his hat off his head. "And how many times do I have to tell you not to wear this inside. Looks like I'll be baking some buns as well," she scolded then grabbed Billy's ear and frog-marched him into the corner. She let go of his ear just to take his wrists and places his hands on his head herself.
Bobby stood with his nose in the corner as he listened as his Mommy finish putting the cookies in the oven. Followed by what was probably a kitchen chair being moved into place.
"Right Billy, bring you naughty little tail over here," called Betty.
Bobby kept his hands on his head and walked over to his mommy feigning reluctance. When he was before her Betty, hooked her fingers into the elastic waist of Billy's shorts and pulled them down, followed by his teddy-bear printed briefs. Once guided over her lap, she began the slow bake of his buns. Starting light, slowly increasing the heat for she does not intended to stop until the cookies are done. If her maternal hand got sore, well she had the spoon within reach.
When the timer went off, Billy was returned bare bottom to the corner, while the tray was retrieved, and both buns and cookies were left to air cool. But not too cool as Billy was released and redressed by his Mommy so that the cookies could be served — with milk — while they were still warm and gooey, and Billy could enjoy the warmth in both ends.
Billy loved cookie day.
The End
© Copyright 2011 Rogue the Bronze Firelizard
Reviews
Barraster
A well-rendered tale of a well-scorched bare bottom. You've captured the essence of age play in this story which could easily have happened in the 1950s.