“Babs…” Candy said, taking a breath and wiping her eyes off against her shoulder. “Please… promise Mommy you’re going to keep trying. We can’t keep doing this… I don’t want to ever have to spank you like this again, I love you too much to put you through it again… Please, promise me, sweetheart. Promise me you’re going to try and be good from now on…”
“I promise, I promise!” Babs sniffled, squeezing tightly against her fur.
They continued to clutch each other until Babs’ control had finally returned to her. She touched her backside, which felt like it was bruised, blazing, blistering all at once. It was as though Candy had fit an hour long spanking into several minutes. At least, it felt that way. However, as the seconds trickled by, Babs was feeling better and better. As painful as it was, her mother’s comfort almost made it worth it. Almost.
“I’m going to have to go see your big brother, sweetheart…” Candy sighed, placing a wet kiss on her daughter’s cheek. “Get some sleep, my angel.” She adjusted the pajamas, fixing what Babs had kicked off.
Babs nodded, still wiping her eyes. Not even bothering to try and clean off her face, she rolled over onto her belly and curled her body up like a ball, her sore, well-tanned rump still exposed to the cool air. She knew that Candy was going to stop by again while she slept and take a warm facecloth to her snout, anyway. She always did. Babs shut her eyes, looking forward to a good sleep.
“Love you, Mama…” she mumbled as the mattress bounced a little when her mother slipped off of it.
“I love you, too, sweetheart. Goodnight.” Engulfed by a wonderful, fuzzy warmth, Babs found herself drifting off, but not before the sounds of flat wood against flesh from her brother’s bedroom greeted her ears through the wall. Though she had forgiven Scorecard, Babs couldn’t resist smiling a little.