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Wide green eyes track my movement as I walk around the room, grabbing things that we’ll need. He’s sitting back on his feet with his hands clasped behind his back like a good boy. But no amount of good behavior now is going to erase the fact that he broke the rules.
Twice.
“Izuku you were very bad today. You played with others /and/ you came without me allowing it. I wasn't even there. ” I trace a finger down a wrinkle in the bed and smooth it out with my palm. Izuku follows my motion like a mouse caught in a trap.
“I’m sorry mommy, I wasn’t thinking. Please don’t punish me.” Izuku whimpers out and my heart clenches at the noise. It's so sweet I want him to do it again.
“Oh honey, I think we both knew you weren’t thinking. I’m not going to take back your punishment. You need to learn that good boys get rewards and bad boys get punished. However, it might be better for you if you beg like a good puppy.” The smirk that spreads across my face makes Izuku whimper again. He slowly begins to make his way over to me with his hands and knees pressed firmly on the floor.
When he gets close enough he sits next to the bed and begins to nuzzle at my pants. He looks up and his emerald eyes are filled with sorrow and a glimmer of excitement.
I pet his hair and sit back as far as I can while still keeping my feet planted on the rug. I keep my hold on his hair and drag him up to my lap. He hisses at the sudden pain but I ignore it in favor of pulling his black mesh shirt off. Izuku’s nipples are pink from the sudden lack of coverage and I flick them.
His moan is porn worthy and I resist the urge to kiss him so hard he can’t breathe. My hands make their way down his chest, touching as much of that creamy, freckled skin as I can. I trace the line of his abs down to his tiny black shorts that show more of his ass than necessary. I get a flash of the brunette that was with him at the party, who I found with her hand down them.
With a growl, I hook my fingers in and rip them off, tossing them to be retrieved at a later time. Izuku lets out a high keen.
“You just had to wear these shorts. Everyone in that club was looking at you. Everyone was looking at what’s mine.” I snarl out and push him over my thighs. His hands scrabble for purchase on the bed as if scared I’d drop him. “No underwear huh? Maybe you wanted someone to grab you and fuck you without me knowing.” I grip his left shoulder and force him to stop moving.
“No mommy I swear I did it for you! I wasn’t going to go with anyone else” Tears well up in his eyes as he denies what I said in a desperate voice. They gleam in the light and when they fall I want to lick them off. I wait until his sobs have died down a bit before I begin to speak.
“If you did it for me, why did you go off with someone else?” Izuku just continues staring at me with tears sliding down. “I think I’m going to give you 20 hits. 5 for the outfit, 5 for coming without permission and 10 for being with someone else. Is that fair?” I ask and he nods. “Words puppy.” I hold his face with my pointer finger and thumb.
“Yes mommy it’s fair.”
“Good boy.” The small praise makes Izuku glow. “Color?” My hand is ready to come down but I wait for his response. “Green”. The smack echoes through the room and Izuku cries out. “Keep count for me okay puppy?” He nods and I decide to let it slide this time. “One” I slap the other cheek this time. “Two” Pink is spreading across his skin and it makes the freckles stand out more.
When my hand descends this time, Izuku shouts. Thank god we don’t have neighbors or we’d be getting so many complaints. “Three” His voice wavers at the end. I notice the pale pink from before is gone and in its place is a color that would be beautiful to paint a room with.
By the 16th hit Izuku is sobbing and his ass is cherry red. His whimpers and pleas to stop might make me pause if I didn’t feel the sticky residue of precum smearing across my thighs. My hand is stinging from the smacks so I lessen the force behind them. I hit his right side and quickly hit the left. He hisses at the contact but says “17, 18”. I tap the beginning of each thigh for his last two.
“19, 20” Izuku says so low I barely hear it. I bundle him in my arms, his brightly colored ass hanging between my legs so nothing touches it. He cries into my shoulder softly and I rock him. ‘I’m so lucky to have you Izuku. Thank you for being mine.” Is all I say before he slips into sleep.