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Subject: {ASSM} Robin 2 (FF/b, femdom, nosex)
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Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 01:10:02 -0400
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Robin 2  (FF/b, femdom, nosex)

by Leowulf

In which Robin makes amends and an accident is forgiven

What disclaimer?  There's not even any sex in this one!
There is a naked Leo-ish boy though, who is very deeply 
In Love With Mommy.  And there is a loving, sexy Mommy.
What more could you want?  Oh yeah ... sex.  Next time!

Oh - just cause there's not a disclaimer, that don't mean
you can get away without sending me FEEDBACK!  Write to
Leowulf "at" gmail "dot" com and tell me what you think!

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Part 3

"That's my little treasure!"

Robin smiled up at his Mommy as she finished combing his hair.  She bent 
over and kissed the top of his head and the little boy stood on tiptoe 
to hug her neck.  Robin was happy to be wherever Mommy was, even if he 
was there to be spanked.

Hand in hand, the two walked up the walk to the fancy house that 
belonged to Mrs. Cotswald.  It wasn't bigger than Robin's house, but it 
looked fancier.  As Mommy rang the bell, Robin stood close to her.  His 
heart was beating fast.  He hoped Mrs. Cotswald wasn't in the mood for 
spanking.  The door opened.

"Good morning, Marcy."  Mommy always had a smile, even at times like 
this.

"Hello, Penny!  And hello, young man."  Mrs. Cotswald stood in the 
doorway.  Like yesterday, she was dressed so fancy in a dress and 
sparkly jewelry.  She looked down at Robin and smiled.  Robin didn't 
know if it was a friendly smile or a happy-to-spank-Robin smile.  He 
inched behind Mommy's leg, wishing he could just hide safely inside her.

"Here, Robin."  Mommy reached down and took the little boy's hand.  She 
led him with all the sweet gentleness she always used, until he was 
standing in front of her.  "Say Hello to Mrs. Cotswald."

Looking up at the fancy lady, Robin finally found his voice.  At least a 
little.  "Hallo, Mrs. Cotswald."

The fancy lady led Mommy and Robin inside her home.  The thick carpet 
felt nice on Robin's bare feet, but it was so cold inside it made his 
bare legs uncomfortable.  But what Robin noticed most was the stuff.  
Everywhere Robin looked there were tables and shelves with stuff neatly 
arranged on them.  It looked like a museum.

Robin's Mommy and Mrs. Cotswald sat in chairs that looked like you had 
to sit carefully so you didn't hurt them.  As they talked, something 
among the stuff caught Robin's eye.  It was a robin!  It looked cheerful 
and had it's mouth open, like it was going to sing.  Robin stood on 
tiptoe to reach the shiny treasure.

"Young man, do be careful!"

Mrs. Cotswald's voice startled Robin before he could touch the robin.  
Even so, just almost-touching it made the shiny bird wobble.  Robin was 
glad it didn't fall over.

"Come here, honey."  Robin smiled at his Mommy's gentle voice and 
eagerly ran to her outstretched hands.  He stood next to her chair - he 
didn't dare climb up on her lap for fear the chair wouldn't support them 
both - and hugged her.  His bare privates felt nice against Mommy's leg; 
warm, even in this too-cold house.

Robin listened as Mommy and Mrs. Cotswald talked a little more.  Then - 
too soon, it seemed - they turned their attention to the little boy.

"Young man," began Mrs. Cotswald.  "I suppose you know why you're here?"

"Yes ma'am," Robin said.  His voice still sounded too small.  He felt 
like there were butterflies in his tummy.  He held onto Mommy, tightly.

Gently, Mommy helped Robin stand on his own.  "Robin honey, go stand 
near Mrs. Cotswald, so she can hear you apologize."  

The soft, spongy carpet didn't feel so good anymore as Robin walked all 
the way over from Mommy's chair to Mrs. Cotswald's.  The sparkly jewelry 
she was wearing didn't look so sparkly as Robin looked up into the 
severe features of the older lady.  He steeled up his courage.

"Well, young man?"  Mrs. Cotswald asked eventually.  "Is there something 
you wished to say?"

"Yes, ma'am," Robin said.  "Um, Missus Cotswald ..."  Robin looked 
about, thinking about how to say this the best, least-spankings-for-
Robin way.  On the table next to the fancy lady stood a shiny trio of 
butterflies, like the ones in Robin's tummy.  "Missus Cotswald, where 
did you get all this stuff?"

"By not having a child to pounce upon and damage it," the older lady 
said shortly.

"Robin honey, focus."  Mommy's reminder was always helpful, and the 
reminder that she was there made the little boy feel braver, too.

Robin took a deep breath.  "Missus Cotswald I'm so sorry I pounced on 
you an' hurt your dress and startled you so you went 'Oooh!' and, um, 
I'm really sorry."

"I appreciate your saying that, young man." Mrs. Cotswald didn't look 
happy though.  She continued, "remorse for wrongdoing is a sign of 
civilized upbringing.  Nevertheless, your presumably coached apology 
does not repair an original Parisienne, and is, regrettably, cold 
comfort in light of the expense of its repair."

Robin looked back at Mommy.  He only understood a little of Mrs. 
Cotswald old-person language, but understood its tone well enough.  At 
Mommy's nod, he looked back to the older lady.  He knew what he had to 
do.

"Do ya wanna spank me, Missus Cotswald?"

"It is not a question of wanting to, young man."  Robin looked up 
hopefully into her eyes.  But her next words dashed his hope to bits.  
"But a spanking will serve to demonstrate that you are in fact as sorry 
as you said, and it will further serve to repair our relationship."

Mrs. Cotswald held out a hand and Robin took it in his own.  Her hand 
was cold, like her house.  Robin let her turn him over her knee.  A 
miserable Robin noticed Mommy looking at him.  She looked so proud of 
him.  Robin knew before the first spank landed on his bare, already-sore 
bottom, that everything would be okay.

Part 4

Robin started crying again, big baby tears.  The six-year-old was never 
so ashamed before in his whole life.

"Robin?"  Mommy came over and knelt by him.

"Young man, your spanking is over, why are you - oh no!  NO!"

Robin didn't mean to do it; he just had trouble sometimes.  And this 
sometime, he ruined another of Mrs. Cotswald's dresses.  He felt her 
dress being warm and wet and cried harder.

Mrs. Cotswald stood hurriedly, letting Robin fall to the floor.  The 
thick carpet was soft, but still felt painful to his well-spanked 
bottom.  But it was her look of horror that pained Robin most.

"Well, I never!"  The older lady exclaimed, then she stormed from the 
room.

Robin sat there on the carpet, wet and ashamed.  What a very bad Robin 
he was!  

"Shh, honey; there, there."  Mommy held Robin; she was like an anchor 
keeping him steady.  He clung to her, buried his face in her soft bosom 
and wept bitterly.  "Mommy's here, it'll be alright."

He was only a little aware too, when Mommy took off his shirt and got 
the dry part wet from her glass of water and wiped his privates and all 
around them with the cold, clean water.  Robin tried to stop crying, but 
he felt too bad.

After a brief, precious time of comforting him, Mommy picked up Robin 
and carried him to the front door.  She took him outside and sat him 
gently in the soft grass beside the front step, where Robin might not be 
noticed and where his nakedness would not be apparent if he was.

With one more hug, Mommy said, "Leave it to me."  She kissed the top of 
his head.  "Everything will be alright."

Robin sat in the thick grass, feeling the cool wind on his bare chest, 
feeling better.  His tears stopped and he wiped his face with his hands.  
While Mommy was inside making everything better, Robin watched a family 
of ants carrying seeds into their sandy anthill.

Looking around, Robin spied another family, squirrels this time, hopping 
about under their big oak tree.  He ran to them, then ran after the 
startled squirrels, jumping to reach them as they scrambled up their 
tree.

Then saw the letter carrier and ran back to where Mommy put him, before 
she noticed that he was naked.  He blushed shyly when she noticed him, 
afraid she'd seen him before he sat down.  She waved and he waved back.

At last the door opened again.  Robin looked up and saw Mommy smiling.  
Robin returned her smile; it was always easy for Robin to smile when 
Mommy was there.  He got up and ran to her, giggling when she swooped 
him up and spun him in a circle.

"Come on inside, Robin."  Mommy carried the little boy in and closed the 
door behind them.  "Mommy and Mrs. Cotswald want to talk to you."  

At the mention of the older lady, Robin felt a brief flutter of 
butterflies in his tummy.  But as Mommy carried him through the museum-
like living room and into a bedroom to the side, he saw something 
surprising.  Mrs. Cotswald, now dressed much less fancy, in a dress made 
of jeans cloth, sitting on the bed, next to a quilt.  And she was 
smiling!

"Hello again, little one," she said.  Robin was shocked.  She didn't 
look angry or anything.  He listened as the older lady continued.  "Your 
mother explained everything to me.  I know you didn't mean to wet; you 
can't help it."

Robin felt so relieved as Mommy lay him on the quilt.  He felt calm and 
relaxed as Mommy sat on one side of him, with Mrs. Cotswald on the other 
side.

"Your mother and I were talking, Robin, and we agree that some children 
just mature at a different rate from their peers."  As she talked to 
him, Mrs. Cotswald was also doing things.  She took a warm, wet 
washcloth and more thoroughly washed  Robin's privates and all around 
them, then patted him dry with a soft, fluffy towel.  Robin felt warm 
and comfortable.

"Some children are rushed out of infancy too quickly," she went on.  
"Some children respond with infantile behavior and some children have 
accidents.  Some children; like you, little one."  Her hands didn't feel 
rough or cold any more; they felt gentle, like Gramma's.  She lifted 
Robin's legs up with one hand and slipped something under him with the 
other.

"Your mother and I agreed that sometimes the best thing for such a child 
is for him to stop trying to behave like a young adult and instead to 
treat him like the infant is still is."  Mrs. Cotswald lifted up the 
cloth she'd placed under Robin and pinned it on each side of him.  She 
had just diapered him!  Robin didn't know if he should be ashamed.  He 
looked at Mommy.

"It's alright, Robby."  Mommy smiled at him.  "Mommy knows what her baby 
needs and Mrs. Cotswald is right, Robin shouldn't be rushed.  We won't 
make you grow up until you're ready to, precious!"

Mommy wrapped Robin in the quilt and picked him up.  "I'll get these 
back as soon as possible, Marcy."

"Mrs. Cotswald stroked Robin's cheek.  "Don't worry about it, Penny.  If 
I can survive the loss of two dresses, a towel and a quilt aren't a 
problem.  You just take care of your little one."

Mrs. Cotswald kissed Robin's cheek and he smiled at her, as Mommy 
carried her again-baby Robin outside.

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