Busted

Getting away with doing something that we know we shouldn’t be doing may well be one of the most natural human instincts of all.

But so are the consequences for our actions.  When we test the waters and the limits, we tempt fate.  It’s infinitely more difficult to admit to a mistake as it is to simply take the punishment.  That’s human instinct, too.

This is the story of a lil boy who must’ve been full of these instincts.  And this story is how he tested the waters, tempted his own fate and got … Busted.

Warning: This Ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story! ABGussy.com

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“Gus?” Avery called, sitting on the couch with a look of controlled disgust on her face.

“Yeah?” Gus asked back from the kitchen.

“Can you come here, please?” she asked rhetorically while trying to maintain her composure with pleasantness.

“Uh-oh,” he said, detecting something was up.

How right his instincts were once again, perhaps the same instincts he used just a bit ago to try to get away with something he clearly should not have.

“Don’t ‘Uh-Oh’.  Just come here,” she said, pointing to the seat next to her on the couch as he entered the room.  “Sit down.”

“What’d I do now?” he asked, trying to get out of whatever she had in store for him.

“You don’t know why I called you in here?” she asked, played stupid to his game of the same.

“No, I don’t,” he answered, convincingly.

“No idea at all?” she asked, condescendingly.

“None at all,” he replied, keeping up the ruse.

“Think really hard,” she said.

“I have no idea,” he answered, perplexed by what she was talking about.

“I’m going to give you a hint,” she said, folding her hands and placing them on her lap.  “It has to do with what you did this morning when I wasn’t here.”

“I was on the computer this morning,” he said, honestly.

“Exactly,” she said, holding back laughter at how he admitted to it, but still didn’t recognize what was wrong with it.  “What websites did you visit?”

“Just the sports ones to check the score,” he answered.

Back and forth this went until Avery got to the point.

“You were looking at porn this morning,” she stated bluntly but still politely.

“Well, I was curious,” he feebly answered.

The biggest issue beyond what he had been looking at was that he was looking at it on her computer.  He hadn’t asked her permission to use her computer and his indifference to this was begin to wear her patience thin.

“Do you have anything you want to say to me,” Avery asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said, half-heartedly.

“I’m sorry what?” she asked back, giving him one more chance to shed the apathy.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he answered, only using the other half of his heart.

And that was all the more she was going to listen to.

“Stand up,” she said as they both stood to their feet.

She turned him to face the sofa and bent him over.  She spread his arms out and made him hold himself up in a rather uncomfortable and humiliating position.

His instinct to do what he wanted never paused to give him a reason to listen to her.  Now she was going to give him quite a few reasons to listen … 42 reasons, to be exact.

Her hand landed on his right bottom cheek with a surprising crack for the fact that he was wearing jeans.  Her hand then landed a crack to his left bottom cheek before she moved on to a black paddle.

The paddle seemed to get his attention a little more and its two initial thuds made clear that he was a long way from seeing the end of his current pose.

“Don’t you turned around,” she snapped at him as he tried to stand.

The third and fourth offerings of the paddle directed back to where she wanted him, spread eagle and compliant … at last.

“Every time I smack you,” she said with an evil pleasure to her voice.  “You will say: Thank you, Mommy.”

Four thuds of the paddle in a row had him twitching and struggling to verbalize his thank yous.

“Undo your pants,” she said coldly.

He lowered his pants for two more thuds, each exacting yet another reason he should’ve listened to her when he had the chance.

She lowered his underwear and delivered two more thuds, telling him to speak up with his thank you chores.

Another six thuds got him squirming and adding an “ouch” in front of a sentence he was beginning to know quite well.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he said for what seemed like the millionth time.

“You’re bum’s getting purple,” she said with a mocking concerned tone before giving him two more thuds to think about. “Good boy.  You’re not quite done.”

Out came the rattan cane.  And it was down to business, business which was still unfinished.

She switched him that that rattan cane six times in a row.  It didn’t make much of a noise on his bare bottom, but it took reasons and reasoning to a whole new level of understanding.

At long last, the porn he had been perving on line didn’t seem so appealing.  And the more he tried to pleading his case, the more she switched the excuse out of his bottom.

Seeing he would be bruised for a while, at this point, she went back to using her hand.  Skin on skin cracked the noise which she thought would finally make the point clear, but after seven offerings from her hand, he had the audacity of instinct to be stubborn still.

Charity had just been squandered and she went back to switching him with the rattan cane, making each strike count as a satisfied chuckle began to accompany her tone.  After seven more switches, she instructed him to pull his pants up and sit back down.

He did so, feeling the burn on his bottom.

“You’re gonna stay there and think about what you’ve done until I come get you,” she said, triumphantly as she exited the room.

He buried his head in his hands and realized … he had been Busted.

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You can find the video to this story at:

ABGussy.com & ABGus’s Member Site

Also, check out Avery’s Blog: Avery’s BlogSpot

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