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It was meant to be a quiet, civil evening. A casual dinner in the Plinth’s mansion, where Coriolanus was invited as Sejanus’s boyfriend. It was the first time, he was there as a boyfriend, and not as a friend who helped Sejanus with homework and other assignments.

Despite Sejanus’s fears, they came out a week ago, and Ma — Sejanus’s mother — was crying happily, touched that her son found love. Even Strabo, his Pa, was pleased, patting Coriolanus on a shoulder, and saying that now he, Coriolanus, had found a new family; and then patting Sejanus and telling him that he was proud of his son. Sejanus never felt happier, never felt so loved and understood. Ma at once busied herself, saying that Coriolanus was always welcome in their house, and she wanted to make a nice dinner next week, where he was officially invited. 

Sejanus couldn’t wait for this dinner. The week passed, and here he was, sitting very straight, trying to look grateful and gracious all at once. His spine had never felt so stiff, hair so combed and styled, and tie so tight around his neck. The table was set with care — roast duck, three kinds of potatoes, and Ma Plinth’s famous green beans with bacon grease. The family dinnerware, the one with the golden rims, was out, the cloth napkins had been ironed within an inch of their lives, and even Pa had put on a suit. 

Sejanus huffed. Partly due to the stiff shirt around his body, partly due to the annoyance that he could barely contain anymore. The dinner was fine, but the number of small requests his Ma has loaded him with today was enormous. It seemed that all day, Ma was simply not shutting up, “Sejanus, sweetheart, find the silverware. Sejanus, honey, help me please with potatoes. Sejanus, dear, please hold this, please do that, and that.” 

For God’s sake! They had Avoxes for all such kinds of jobs! And he just wanted to rest before dinner and read a love story book. But Ma was relentlessly playing on his nerves, again and again asking him for some small favors. Angry, he even called Coriolanus to vent about that, but Coriolanus just nagged him, saying that his Ma simply wants to cook together with her beloved son, and that he should be grateful for such a loving mother, because someone else — Sejanus could just imagine Coriolanus pointing at himself –- has no mother at all, and has to endure life without being adored by his own parents. Sejanus protested that maternal love should have at least some limits, but then Coriolanus scolded him that if his family is hosting a dinner, he should help, as a good son. Sejanus rolled his eyes and put the phone receiver back where it belonged. Coriolanus just didn’t get how much his Ma could be irritating. With all her smiles and hugs, and pecks on his cheeks, and asking for something again and again. 

Finally, the dinner was set. Coriolanus arrived — as beautiful as ever, slim and handsome, with an enormous rose bouquet for his Ma. Ma, who started to get unsettled at Sejanus as well, suddenly calmed down and buried her face in the flowers, “Sejanus, look, how much your boyfriend cares!” 

As if Sejanus didn’t care at all. Sejanus rolled his eyes again; his Ma was simply unbearable. Coriolanus wouldn’t be able to walk in Sejanus’s shoes even for one day, he was sure of it. 

Dinner began peacefully enough. Coriolanus smiled and nodded politely, sitting ramrod straight as Ma Plinth ladled gravy onto his plate and explained in great detail where she’d found the duck, and how she’d bartered for it at a market stall with a woman named Marketta who, she insisted, always tried to scam her on giblets. Strabo chewed methodically, nodding every now and then, occasionally offering a grunt that sounded like agreement.

Sejanus, on the other hand, had already stabbed his potatoes with suspicious intensity, the chatty mood of his Ma somehow making him angry. Finally, Coriolanus, who actively participated in that nonsense dialogue, asked for some salt. 

“Sweetheart,” Ma said, her voice coated in honey, “could you please pass the salt to your boyfriend?”

Sejanus barely contained a sigh, and shoved the salt shaker across the table like it had personally offended him. Coriolanus gave him a polite little smile, the kind that said ‘you’re being watched’, and murmured a thank-you. Sejanus sighed. He just wanted to talk to Coriolanus about something, no matter what, and not listen to his Ma going on and on about the damn duck. 

Livia Cardew suddenly came to Sejanus’s gloomy mind. She had shown up at the University earlier that week in a frilly red dress so tight it left nothing to the imagination, her bosom practically spilling into the books as she leaned over to ask Coriolanus for a spare pen. Coriolanus had said something absurd about how charming she looked. Charming. Sejanus had barely held his tongue then. But now, when Ma finally shut up, chewing on her food, with the tension still in his chest, Sejanus leaned toward Coriolanus and whispered under his breath, “By the way, remember, Livia was dressed like a total whore in that red dress.”

Sejanus didn’t suspect his Ma would hear this, but Ma froze mid-sip of her lemon water. She lowered the glass with the delicate precision of a woman about to commit a crime.

“We do not call women that in this house, Sejanus,” she said sharply.

Coriolanus cast him a reproachful look. Strabo reached for another potato without blinking.

Sejanus blinked. “Oh, come on, Ma,” he groaned. “It’s Livia. She called me ‘District garbage’ in front of my classmates and tried to sit in my lap once. I think the label is generous.”

Ma folded her napkin, tightening her lips. “She’s still a woman. And I won’t have you talking like a street boy from the warehouses. Not in my dining room.”

Coriolanus cleared his throat softly. “Well, I mean… Livia was a little much as always,” he said delicately, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. “She kept asking me if Sejanus and I had a ‘real boy connection’ or if I just liked his vibes.”

Ma blinked. “She what?”

Strabo muttered, “What the hell are vibes,” and reached for more potatoes.

Sejanus let out a triumphant hah, but Coriolanus shot him a look that made him pause mid-smirk.

“But,” Coriolanus continued smoothly, “I’m sure she meant… well. Livia’s just… Livia. No filter.”

Ma cracked a smile. “That’s true. The girl does talk like a squeaky balloon.”

The tension around the table fizzled out like a deflated soufflé. Sejanus stabbed a green bean on his plate, rolling his eyes again, while nobody saw it. So, when Coriolanus says Livia is not okay, Ma agrees, but if Sejanus says it, then goes lecturing at once. 

They returned to eating — duck was carved, small talk was attempted, Coriolanus complimented the potatoes a little too enthusiastically, and Ma regaled them with a tale about a neighbor who tried to deep-fry a turkey and set his shed on fire. Sejanus, though still stiff, was gradually loosening up. Possibly too much.

Because somewhere between the fourth bite of duck and a very animated gesture about "how he would fry a turkey better," Sejanus managed to fling a generous glob of duck grease across his shirtfront.

“Oh, for—” Sejanus looked down, horrified.

Ma gasped, smilingly. “Oh, Jay,” she said, rising with a napkin. “You’re such a little piglet sometimes, honestly — hold still—” She dabbed lovingly at his chest. “Such a precious little messmaker,” she cooed.

Coriolanus couldn’t help it — he smiled with genuine fondness. “He really is,” he agreed. “You should see him eat cake. Frosting everywhere. It's so adorable.”

Sejanus scowled, feeling embarrassment creeping up to his throat at his mom cleaning him like he was five years old, “Don’t encourage her.”

“You are adorable,” Ma insisted, pressing the napkin into his shirt. “Just like when you were a baby. Always smearing soup on yourself. Like a little piglet in a storybook, with your round little cheeks.”

Sejanus muttered clearly annoyed, “Little piglet is a son of a pig.”

Silence. Ma froze, raising her eyebrows almost up to the hairline, “Excuse me?”

Coriolanus leaned in and whispered frantically, “Apologize. Right now.”

Sejanus folded his arms and stared at his plate like it had wronged him. “Why should I? It’s technically true.”

“Sejanus,” Coriolanus hissed.

Ma stepped back, clutching the napkin to her chest, “I raised you to have manners. Not to insult your mother calling me a pig!”

Strabo sipped his tea, shaking his head, “Sejanus, apologize.”

Sejanus sighed, his nostrils flaring. Coriolanus reached across the table and gently touched Sejanus’s hand. “Hey… hey. It’s been a long day. You’re stressed. I get it. Just say sorry, and we’ll all move on and have cake. Please?”

Sejanus grumbled something that vaguely resembled sawwy , and Ma narrowed her eyes, but let it go. She returned to her seat, grumbling about children these days and how even her friend Mabel’s cats had better manners.

Peace lasted approximately until the end of the dinner. 

“Well,” Ma said brightly, as they were finishing the cake, “if we repaint the house by August, we could host your birthday here, Jay! Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“I don’t want a party,” Sejanus mumbled.

“But it’s your birthday!”

“You’ll just make me wear that itchy shirt again and invite your friend from the Capitol.”

Ma’s eyes flared. “That shirt was tailored, and Medusa happens to be my oldest friend here.”

“Oldest curse,” Sejanus muttered into his cup.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“It was something.”

“I said Medusa’s like family,” Sejanus said, with a fake smile so forced it nearly cracked his face.

“Good,” Ma said, suspiciously. “Because she might be staying with us for a few weeks in August.”

Sejanus opened his mouth to reply. Coriolanus quickly covered his hand with his palm.

“Wonderful news!” Coriolanus beamed. “Sejanus was just saying how much he missed her.”

Sejanus made a muffled noise that sounded suspiciously like “liar.”

Ma smiled sweetly. “So glad we’re all on the same page.”

Sejanus muttered something under his breath, eyes fixed on his empty plate.

“What was that?” Ma’s voice cut like a knife.

“Nothing,” Sejanus replied quickly.

“Sounded like ‘uptight hag’ to me.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Oh, but I heard it,” she snapped. “I can hear it in your voice, Sejanus Plinth.”

Coriolanus nearly dropped his fork. Sejanus closed his eyes briefly, praying for a natural disaster to hit the dining room.

“You have been disrespectful all day,” Ma continued. “You sassed me in the kitchen, you refused to help, and now you dare use that language in front of our guest?”

“Maaaa—” Sejanus whined, visibly shrinking. Now, when Ma scolded him in front of Coriolanus, he felt heat rising up to his cheeks. 

“I am not above reminding you how to speak properly in this house,” she said, crossing her hands on her chest. “If you want to act like a brat, I will treat you like one.”

Strabo took a bite of another piece of cake, entirely unmoved.

Coriolanus opened his mouth, then closed it again, turning to Sejanus, “What does it mean?”

“Nothing!” Sejanus snapped, blushing, and praying Ma wouldn’t mention spanking in front of his new boyfriend. “Okay, Ma, I’m sorry. Okay?” 

Ma shook her head thoughtfully, “I don’t know Sejanus. I don’t know if it is okay.” 

Sejanus couldn’t help but roll his eyes, mumbling, “Here we go again.”

Ma’s napkin snapped in her hand.“That’s it,” she announced. “I’ve had enough.”

Sejanus tensed.

“You want to mumble rude things under your breath at my dinner table? Roll your eyes at me? Fine. You can go wash the dishes.”

Sejanus turned slowly, as if unsure he’d heard correctly. “What?”

“You heard me. Wash. The. Dishes.”

“But—” he gestured toward the table wildly, “—we’re still eating.”

“You’ve lost your eating privileges until you earn them back,” Ma said, voice smooth and terrifying. “And you can earn them by cleaning the mountain of plates you helped create.”

Coriolanus blinked, confused. “Can’t the Avoxes—?”

“No,” Ma cut in firmly, “because my son will do it. With his own two hands.”

Sejanus was turning steadily redder, turning to the kitchen area, which was joined to the drawing room. To wash dishes there… where everyone could see him, his disgrace. Maybe he could do it at least when Coriolanus leaves?

“Right now? While we are still having tea?” he hissed.

“That’s the point,” Ma said sweetly. “Actions have consequences, Jay.”

Sejanus’s eyes darted to Coriolanus, as if seeking rescue. Coriolanus gave a small, awkward shrug. “It’s just dishes…”

Sejanus leaned in close and muttered under his breath, “It’s not just dishes.”

“What is it then?” Coriolanus whispered back, confused and concerned.

“Humiliation. It’s a Plinth family ritual.”

But Ma had already risen up, pointing at the table. “You’ve got two choices,” she said calmly. “You either get your cute little bottom over there and start washing the dishes like a helpful young man — or you will sleep on your stomach tonight.”

Sejanus looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. No, no, Ma couldn’t just give a hint he was still spanked on the bare bottom at home, at the ripe age of twenty years old. He did his best to hide this secret, and she was just saying things like that aloud!

Coriolanus, who was probably never spanked in his life at all, gave him a puzzled look, “Sleep on your stomach?”

Sejanus ignored him, pleadingly looking at his Ma instead. “Maaa, I’m too old for this…” he said weakly, putting mental effort not to place his hands behind and not to cover his bottom in a desperate attempt at saving it.

She stepped closer, eyes glinting. “Try me.”

Even Strabo looked up from his tea for that one. “You should probably just do the dishes,” he offered, in the bored tone of a man who had witnessed this exact scenario before.

Sejanus groaned dramatically and dragged his hands over his face. “Unbelievable. Un-be-lie-va-ble.”

He stood up, cheeks blazing, and began stacking plates with all the cheer of someone preparing for public execution.

“Don’t chip the rims,” Ma warned. “That’s the good china.”

“I know, I know,” Sejanus grumbled, carefully balancing them.

“You drop one, you get the spoon,” she added.

Sejanus pushed his shoulders up to his ears, ignoring another puzzled Coriolanus’s look, and muttered something under his breath that might have included the word ‘bitch’.

“What was that?” Ma called sweetly.

“Nothing, Ma.”

He trudged to the sink, shoulders hunched, face hot, every movement stiff with embarrassment. The sink area was perfectly visible from the table — and the couch in the drawing room, and probably the front porch if anyone leaned in.

Coriolanus turned in his seat to watch, both amused and sympathetic. Sejanus turned the tap on with unnecessary force and began scrubbing the first plate. 

Ma settled back down into her chair with a pleased sigh. “Now,” she said, pouring fresh tea for Coriolanus, “we’ll enjoy our dessert while Sejanus gets the consequences for his actions. Let’s hope he won’t get to the bottom of it.”

Sejanus growled softly from the sink, his ears turning red at another hint of looming spanking.

“You say something, Jay?” Ma called.

“No, Ma,” he said, through gritted teeth, scrubbing a gravy stain.

Coriolanus leaned toward her with a gentle smile. “Sejanus sometimes can be moody.”

Ma patted his hand. “I know how to keep order. My son may be a handful, but he knows I love him.”

From the sink, Sejanus gave an indignant little grunt. Soap suds were already crawling up his forearms. Everything just got ten times more annoying than usual.

Ma sighed contentedly and took a cookie from the tray. “He’s such a sweet boy when he’s behaving,” she said to Coriolanus with a fond smile. “Just needs firm guidance sometimes.”

“Oh, of course,” Coriolanus said cautiously. “He’s very… spirited.”

Sejanus huffed sarcastically. Now Coriolanus agrees with her! What a nonsense!

“What was that?” Ma called brightly.

“Nothing,” Sejanus yelled back.

Ma turned back to Coriolanus. “Now. You were telling me about your University thesis topic?”

Sejanus shot his boyfriend a desperate glare from the sink. Coriolanus gave him a sheepish, helpless little shrug, answering his Ma. Sejanus sighed and turned to his plates. 

The stack of plates was shrinking. Slowly. Agonizingly. Sejanus’s mutters had started off low, but they were getting bolder, nastier, as he was feeling more and more angry over how Ma treated him.

He was bent over the sink, scrubbing with enough force to peel the glaze off the duck platter, when he muttered under his breath, “Bet if Coriolanus had dropped gravy on himself, it’d be called charming, not ‘piglet.’ Rich, coming from a pig!”

The drawing room fell silent, but Sejanus didn’t notice it. He kept scrubbing, too busy imagining his revenge fantasy — where Ma had to do his laundry and call him charming — to notice the sound of a chair scooting back behind him.

Then came the voice. Sweet. Lethal.

“Sejanus Plinth.”

His spine straightened like a ruler. “Yeah, Ma?”

“You’ve just earned yourself a spanking.”

The next second happened in a blur. Ma Plinth marched to the sink, took him firmly by the ear, and twisted. Sejanus yelped, dropping a greasy fork with a splash. She didn’t even pause. She bent him forward over the sink, and delivered three sharp smacks to the seat of his trousers, echoing loud and clear through the open-plan space.

Sejanus gasped, flailed slightly, and froze in place, his hands gripping the edge of the counter. Mortified, he glanced back at Coriolanus. Coriolanus looked like he’d seen a ghost. Jaw opened, eyes wide, stunned. Lord, how humiliating!

Ma straightened up, adjusting her sleeves. “I hope that gets through to you, young man.”

Sejanus didn’t move, his bottom throbbing slightly in his pants. Didn’t speak. But internally, he breathed out in shaky relief — at least she hadn’t pulled his pants down. Public pants-down would’ve been the end. The actual end.

Coriolanus coughed, Sejanus felt himself drowning in shame. Of course, this had to happen tonight, on his eyes. Of course. 

Sejanus groaned miserably, gripping the edge of the counter. “This is so unfair. I’m twenty years old! This is abuse.”

“Oh, please,” Ma turned away from him, returning to the drawing room. “I spanked you softer than a raincloud. I could’ve—”

“I swear,” he grumbled to himself, “this is so unfair. So bitchy. Like always. What am I, a—"

His words cut off as Ma reached back to him in three quick strides, spun him back around over the sink. Before he could even turn around, he felt her hands tugging at his waistband.

“MA—NO—WAIT—!”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” she said, yanking down his pants.

“MA!” Sejanus shrieked, grabbing at his waistband, twisting sideways. “Stop it—STOP IT—Coriolanus is watching!”

“So let him watch what happens to your naughty bottom when you act so mean,” Ma replied coolly, fending off his squirming hands.

He twisted and jerked, trying to break free, but his slippery dish-soaked hands gave him no grip. She got his pants halfway down and Sejanus panicked.

He kicked. He actually, truly, tried to kick his own mother.

But Ma was faster. She grabbed his ankle mid-kick and flipped him over slightly, pressing his hip into the edge of the sink as she shoved his trousers the rest of the way down, yanking his underwear below his cheeks in one quick motion and down to his ankles.

“NOOOOO!” he howled, flailing wildly. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”

“Oh, I absolutely can, especially after that kick,” Ma said, raising one hand and delivering a sharp smack to his bared bottom. The stinging slap echoed through the entire room. And Sejanus’s soul left his body.

He could feel Coriolanus’s eyes on him. He didn’t even have to turn around. He knew. He could hear the stunned silence. 

Sejanus kicked again, squealed, and tried to shield himself — but Ma caught his wrists and pinned them easily against the small of his back.

His bare bottom was now fully on display, glistening in the evening’s light, and he was sure his buttocks were bright red both from the spanking and sheer, blistering shame.

He tried to die. It didn’t work. His bared bottom clenched in dreadful anticipation. 

“Maaa—!” Sejanus squealed, grabbing at the sink for dear life.

“No, Jay,” Ma said, her voice chipper and terrifying. “We do not get the last word after a spanking. Especially not while wearing pants.”

And with that, she bent him right over the sink again, his now-bare bottom gleaming in the light from the window. Right, the curtains were open too. The neighbors could see. Sejanus wanted to die the second time. 

“Just look at that,” she cooed, giving his backside a little pat-pat. “This is the same bottom I diapered, powdered, and swaddled, and now here it is again — in need of some serious spanking. Look how this bottom has grown up and become so rude!”

Was she demonstrating his bottom to his Pa and Coriolanus? And Coriolanus didn’t even see him naked yet! All they did was kissing! Mind-blowingly, slowly, for hours, but simply kissing!

“Ma please—!” Sejanus yelped, wriggling.

“Honestly,” she tsked, delivering a crisp smack to one cheek, “you’d think this peach would have grown some sense by now.” 

“M-MA!!!” Sejanus howled, the cold air on his bare bottom quickly turning into unbearable heat. “Are you INSANE?!”

“Don’t talk back to me with your bare bottom in the air!” she snapped, delivering a volley of rapid smacks to his exposed buttcheeks. 

Panicked, Sejanus glanced back again. Coriolanus had stopped blinking entirely. He was frozen, teacup trembling slightly in his hand, looking like he wasn’t sure if he should intervene. Sejanus gulped, embarrassed to his core, trying to wiggle out of Ma’s hands pushing him down, but her grip was ironclad. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Coriolanus!” Ma called cheerfully over her shoulder, raining down rapid spanks in the middle of Sejanus’s bottom, as she spoke. “We believe in old-fashioned values in this house. Mouthy boys get spanked on their bare bottoms, especially when they show off in front of their boyfriends!”

Sejanus whined, his thighs twitching as he kicked the air helplessly. “I’m not showing off!!”

“No?” Ma said sweetly, giving his bottom a dramatic wobble with her hand, and then placing a palm in the middle of his naked bottom, as she tilted above, looking him in the eyes. “Then what’s all this peachy drama about, hm? You wanted attention, and now you’ve got it! I always say, your bottom pays the price for all the things your mouth did.”

Another flurry of spanks rained down, leaving Sejanus squirming and feeling his face grow hotter and hotter. Strabo, in the corner of his eye, turned a page of the newspaper.

“Oh, look at this,” Ma taunted, pausing to admire her son’s mortified squirming. “A grown young man, bare-bottomed over my sink, getting spanked like he’s five! Isn’t that just precious, Coriolanus?”

Coriolanus mumbled something incoherent from behind, Sejanus couldn’t even look at him now. After this scene… Sejanus wasn’t sure he would ever be able to look at Coriolanus at all. 

“Don’t worry, dear,” Ma cooed. “We’re very open about consequences in this house. We believe in direct communication—” she delivered a harsh spank and Sejanus yelped,  “—firm boundaries—” another spank and Sejanus wriggled his bottom, trying to hide it, “—and a squeaky clean conscience.”

Sejanus groaned in agony. “Ma, stop! This is not normal—”

“You're right, Jay,” Ma said brightly. “Normal boys don’t mouth off to their mothers during dinner.”

She twisted his ear and delivered two spanks — to his left and right buttock. 

“And they certainly don’t end up with their pants down and bottom bare in front of their boyfriends!” Finally, with one last smack, Ma let go of her son and stepped back. “There. Now finish those dishes with your pants right where they are, and let that breezy little bottom remind you of what happens when you talk back at dinner.”

Sejanus whimpered, half-bent over the sink, pants at his ankles, trying desperately to shuffle plates without giving Coriolanus a full moon from across the room. He hoped at least a bit of his shirt’s hem was covering him from the back. 

Sulking, and trying to stand straighter, to cover his naked bottom more with his shirt, Sejanus thought over and over about his Ma. This was so unfair! So humiliating! What Coriolanus would now think of him! That he is treated like a schoolboy. Coriolanus would never look at him like at the lover anymore! All his stupid Ma’s fault! 

Sejanus’s ears rang with rage. He grabbed the towel and furiously wiped the dry counter for no reason at all, muttering as low as he could, “Fucking Ma. F*ck you.”

It was barely above a breath. Barely even syllables.

But Ma heard it, because next thing he heard was — “What did you say, young man?”

Sejanus blinked. “I said I’m nearly DONE WITH—”

“Oh no, I heard it. You come right here.”

“Nope. I’m fine over—AH—”

She was already across the room, grabbing him by the ear with force. “Language like that? In my house? In front of your guest? Oh, you’re really asking for it now.”

Before he could wriggle free, she had him halfway to the drawing room.

“Ma, please—!”

She ignored him entirely.

“No—Ma, Ma, please—” He stumbled after her, legs tripping over themselves, face flaming hot with horror.

Strabo didn’t look up from his tea. Coriolanus stood awkwardly from his seat, like he was about to say something. Sejanus met his eyes and felt his face flushing even hotter now. Fuck, now Coriolanus have seen him from the front down the waist with no clothes. Sejanus felt embarrassed to the core, trying to cover his dick with one hand and untangle Ma’s hand from his ear with the other one. 

Ma dropped herself onto the middle cushion of the coach with the grace of a woman sitting on a throne. And with one terrifying tug, she yanked Sejanus down over her lap.

“No—NO—MA, I’m BEGGING you—” Sejanus pleaded, as she positioned him across her knees, so that his bottom would be high in the air, proudly popping up as if asking for the spanking. He tried to squirm away, but she pressed his legs with her own, and he felt trapped. He tried kicking, but restrained with the pants pooling at his ankles, not much he could do. 

“Oh, I warned you, Jay.” Her hand went to his waist, bringing the hem of his shirt way up his waist.

He kicked. “MA NO—please at least let me put on boxers—!”

“Jay, you are always spanked right on your bare bottom,” Ma lectured, tapping his bottom with a manicured finger. “Why this time we should change the rules, huh? Don’t see any necessity!”

"Ma!" Sejanus's voice cracked with humiliation as he felt cool air hit his tender skin. "Not here, please, Ma!"

"Oh, hush," Ma chided, delivering a sharp smack that echoed humiliatingly through the room. "Look at this naughty bare bottom, Coriolanus! Have you ever seen such a rebellious bottom in your life?"

Coriolanus cleared his throat nervously. "Er, no. Never quite like this."

"Indeed," Ma continued, smacking firmly again and again. "And look how red it's getting. It's like punishing a stubborn little tomato."

Sejanus squirmed helplessly, kicking and whining, his face flaming as brightly as his bottom surely was. He couldn't bear to look, couldn't bear to see the way Coriolanus's expression shifted from stunned to something horribly close to amusement.

“Ma, stop it!” Sejanus cried, kicking his feet. “There are people in the room! This is ABUSE!”

“You weren’t worried about people when you cussed at your mother, were you?” she replied, spanking his blazing bottom again and again, each slap echoing off the walls like a punctuation mark. “Maybe we should ask your boyfriend what he thinks about your spanked bottom?”

“No—no, don’t ask him anything—” Sejanus begged, twisting to look at Coriolanus, his face nearly as red as his exposed ass. 

“He’s had enough, maybe,” Coriolanus tried gently. “His bottom’s quite—uh—bright.”

What? Was Coriolanus commenting now on his bottom? Sejanus groaned, burying his face in the cushions. 

Ma, without missing a beat, reached back and spread Sejanus’s cheeks with both hands for full dramatic effect.

“Look at this!” she said proudly. “A perfectly punished backside. Red all over, not a single spot missed. He’ll be sitting like a cute, polite gentleman for a week!”

Sejanus wanted to die. Right there. Sink into the couch cushions and perish in shame.

“Gentleman…” Coriolanus chucked, but then quickly regained his composure, his voice sounding concerned, “Ma’am, his backside is really big… um I mean red now, and look at that pink splotch there, maybe it’s enough?”

Talking about his ass again? Big and red???

Indignified, Sejanus twisted back toward him, glaring. “Shut UP!”

Ma gasped, stopping the spanking for a second. “Rude to me and your sweetheart?”

“Oh no,” Coriolanus said, reclining slightly now with his legs crossed, “he’s not very sweet right now. I think he needs this.”

Needs this??? Betrayed, Sejanus looked back at him, yelling, “CORIOLANUS!”

Coriolanus only arched his brow and shook his head, as if telling, “You’re now on your own.”

Ma spanked him hard in the middle of the bottom, resuming spanking and Sejanus yelped. 

"Ma, stop!" he yelled, wriggling frantically. "This—this doesn't even hurt!"

"Oh really? Then perhaps you wouldn't mind if we asked Coriolanus to give his opinion?" She angled Sejanus slightly, displaying his glowing red bottom clearly. "What do you think, dear? Is his bottom looking like it doesn’t hurt?"

Coriolanus coughed into his fist, visibly fighting a smile. "I think, it looks quite hurting, but perhaps, a bit more needed on the right side? It seems slightly uneven."

Sejanus twisted back, eyes wild, teeth gritted. He snapped at Coriolanus. “You enjoying this?!”

Coriolanus blinked innocently, “You told me to shut up, trying to save you. I’m just obeying instructions.”

Ma grinned. “A well-raised young man. Maybe he should give you lessons.”

Sejanus howled into the sofa cushion. Ma paused the spanking for just a second, long enough for Sejanus to desperately hope she was finished. But instead, she adjusted him slightly, tugging him further over her knee. His bare, blazing bottom stuck out even higher, shamefully exposed.

“Ma!” he whined desperately. “I said sorry! I’m sorry a hundred times! Let me up!”

“Oh, hush,” Ma said with infuriating calmness. She gave his upturned bottom a gentle pat that felt a thousand times more humiliating than any slap. “Look at this naughty little bottom, Coriolanus. You know, he’s always been like this—always acting tough, but the moment his pants come down he’s just a squirmy little thing, aren’t you, Jay?”

“Ma!” Sejanus moaned, face so hot it felt ready to ignite.

Coriolanus took another careful sip of tea. “Really?”

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Sejanus squirmed on Ma’s lap, but with one jab of her elbow into his back, he settled down for a moment.

“Hush,” Ma said sweetly. “You’re lucky I didn’t march your naughty bottom outside like I did when you were eighteen. Right on the porch, pants down, over my knee in full view of the neighbor boys. Remember that?”

Coriolanus coughed into his teacup. Sejanus wanted to die.

“I had to stand on the steps with my pants around my ankles while Kyle from down the street rode past on his bicycle!” Sejanus cried, humiliated all over again. “He called me Baboon Butt for six months!”

“Maybe if you’d controlled what you’re saying, you wouldn’t have earned it,” Ma sniffed. “And this—” she slapped his bottom again “—is just as deserved.”

Coriolanus casually leaned forward to sip his tea and glance. Not discreetly. Glance. At Sejanus’s fully exposed bottom.

“I must say,” he murmured with a smirk, “you do have a very expressive bottom.”

“CORIOLANUS!!” Sejanus practically shrieked.

“Oh, you hush hush,” Ma said with a smile. “I’ve always said that about his bottom. Haven’t I, Strabo?”

Strabo didn’t even look up. “Very expressive bottom. Nice symmetry.”

“STOP DISCUSSING MY ASS!!”

“You don’t get to control the narrative when your pants are down, and bare bottom gets spanks,” Ma said calmly, smacking him again. “That’s the rule.”

“You’ll be lucky if I ever show Coriolanus my butt again!” Sejanus yelled.

“Oh please,” Ma snorted. “Coriolanus should see what he will be dealing with.”

“Appreciate it deeply,” Coriolanus chimed in helpfully.

Sejanus groaned and kicked one leg weakly. He could feel everything — the burn, the breeze, the sheer humiliation of his bare, bouncing cheeks being the topic of casual dinner conversation.

Ma reached for her tea, still with Sejanus across her lap. “Mmm. Lovely evening. The duck turned out well, didn’t it?”

“Perfectly,” Coriolanus agreed. “Very flavorful. Tender.”

“Like this bottom’s going to be by morning,” Ma said cheerfully, pinching one sore cheek.

Sejanus let out a strangled noise. “I’m running away and changing my name. You’ll never find me again.”

“You’d still have the same bottom,” Ma said. “I’d recognize it anywhere.”

She turned to Coriolanus. “You wouldn’t believe it, but when he got drunk on his nineteenth birthday, he asked for spanking. He was so drunk I sent him to sleep.”

“I DID NOT!!” Sejanus yelled. He could feel Coriolanus looking. Not just a glance, not just a flicker of shock—gazing. His boyfriend was gazing at his bright red, publicly punished bottom. And worst of all—Ma wouldn’t stop talking.

“He wiggled his bare bottom at me saying, ‘Ma, I was naughty, come catch me!’”

“I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF—”

“And then run around the living room, laughing like a little maniac. Just like now, really. Look at him—squirming, pouting, bare as a baby!”

Coriolanus gave an audible giggle and tried to cover it with a cough. A giggle. That bastard. That beautiful, traitorous bastard. Sejanus buried his face in the armrest and kicked his foot helplessly. His red bottom, high in the air, now had a small audience. 

“Really quite an even color,” Coriolanus said with maddening politeness once he regained his breath, nodding at Sejanus’s bottom. “I mean… if you’re going to do it, it should be symmetrical, right?”

“Oh, thank you!” Ma beamed, stroking one burning cheek lightly,. “I always take pride in a balanced result.”

“MAAAAAAAAA—!”

Ma gave him another teasing squeeze on his reddened cheek. “Oh, and let me tell you, Coriolanus, since I started spanking him after his eighteenth birthday, whenever he knew he was in trouble, he’d rush to put on extra layers — two pairs of underwear, pajamas, even his thickest pants. As if I wouldn’t notice.”

“Adorable,” Coriolanus said, laughing outright. “Did it help?”

“Oh no,” Ma said sweetly. “It just meant I had more layers to tug down when it was spanking time. He’d stand there, kicking his feet, whining and promising me anything if only I wouldn’t bare his bottom in front of everyone. And yet here we are—”

She paused to deliver a rapid-fire volley of smacks.

“MA! OW! OW! OWWWW!”

“—bare as the day he was born, making just as much fuss as ever,” she finished, sighing.

Sejanus twisted desperately. “Please stop talking about my bottom!”

“Why not, dear? It’s such a nice, soft, plump bottom,” she teased. “So round and perfect for spanking. You know, Coriolanus, four Posca glasses before bed, and he runs around the house after his bath with his bare bottom out, singing little songs. Sometimes Strabo has to remind him about dignity.”

Strabo hummed in agreement. “Doesn’t help much.”

Coriolanus grinned wickedly. “Oh, Sejanus. Singing naked, hmm? That’s... charming.”

Sejanus nearly burst into tears. “Stop enjoying this! This is the worst day of my life!”

“You’re doing this to yourself, dear,” Ma scolded gently. “A little less sass, and your adorable, pink bottom wouldn’t be our evening entertainment.”

Another loud smack echoed through the room.

“MAAAAAAAA!”

“Hush, piglet.” She reached down and gave his cheeks a teasing little jiggle. “Oh, look at this round naughty bottom. Still wiggly! I think someone’s trying to show off.”

“I AM NOT SHOWING OFF MY BUTT!”

“Then stop clenching your bottom like that, you know, we see everything happening there. Honestly, how’s a mother supposed to spank a son who keeps clenching?”

“Coriolanus, please help,” Sejanus begged, his voice muffled in the couch. “Say something. Lie. Tell her I died.”

But Coriolanus just cleared his throat, completely pink-faced and clearly enjoying every second now.

“Well,” he said diplomatically, “it’s a very… round bottom indeed.”

“Thank you,” Ma said with satisfaction. “It’s the squats. I made him do them as a child. Every time he called me ‘Ma the Menace’ I made him do ten.”

“Uhm,” Coriolanus said. “I will remember this approach.” 

“Now see here,” she said sweetly, tapping her fingers on his right buttcheek like it was a classroom globe. “This side here, this one’s where the attitude lives. Always a little more defiant.” With that, she spanked the mentioned spot, and Sejanus grunted, burying his burning face deeper into the pillow.

“And this one—” she patted the left, “—this one side of his bottom is more sensitive. Isn’t that right, Jay?”

“Maaaa, stop it, really,” Sejanus mumbled.

“See that twitch?” Ma said brightly to Coriolanus, spanking Sejanus’s left buttcheek. “That’s how I know I’m right.”

Sejanus dared a glance back. Coriolanus was smiling. Actually smiling. The audacity.

Ma, of course, wasn’t finished. “Now, Coriolanus,” she said kindly, still holding Sejanus firmly across her lap, “I do hope this doesn’t make you reconsider your relationship.”

“Oh—no, no,” Coriolanus said quickly, his voice a little higher than usual. “This is just… new.”

Sejanus groaned. “Kill me. Just kill me.”

Ma beamed. “Because I always think it’s better to know what you’re really marrying into, don’t you? None of that dating-mask nonsense. This—” she gave a hearty smack to both cheeks, sending a jolt of mortified heat up Sejanus’s spine, “—this is the real Jay. Tantrums and spanked bottom.”

“Please stop talking,” Sejanus begged the cushion.

“And look how pink he gets in the bottom! You’d think he’s made of rose petals back here. He takes after my side of the family. We’re very blushy.”

Sejanus thrashed. “Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD—”

“And his little dimples are so cute!” Ma added gleefully. “Don’t they just pop out when he clenches?”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT DIMPLE IS, MA—”

“Oh, Coriolanus, don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.”

Coriolanus chuckled. “I mean… I’ve noticed some things.”

Some things? Some things??!!! He was staring at his bottom all the evening now, and had the audacity to say that he noticed SOME THINGS?! Instead of keeping silent out of solidarity!

“TRAITOR,” Sejanus moaned.

Sejanus’s face burned hotter than the sun. He’d never been more mortified — bare-bottomed, whining, and sprawled over his mother’s lap while his boyfriend watched, entertained. He kicked and twisted desperately, squirming so violently that he nearly toppled right onto the carpet.

“Sejanus Plinth!” Ma snapped, gripping his waist to steady him. “Lie still! You’re squirming like an octopus on a frying pan!”

“Then STOP TALKING ABOUT MY BOTTOM!” Sejanus wailed, thrashing again. “It’s humiliating enough without your running commentary!”

“Keep misbehaving, Jay, and I’ll go get the brush,” Ma warned, delivering two sharp, controlled slaps to each cheek. 

Sejanus froze. “No.”

Ma raised her brow. “No?”

“No, Ma. Not the brush. It hu-u-rts!”

“Well, then,” Ma said sweetly, giving one last smack, “you should’ve stayed still like a good boy.”

She released him, and Sejanus practically fell onto the carpet, scrambling up and tugging at his pants like he was escaping a haunted mansion.

“Ah-ah!” Ma slapped his hands away with terrifying speed. “You’re not putting anything on until you fetch me the hairbrush.”

Sejanus gasped. “From your room?!”

“Yes.”

“I’m bare-bottomed!”

“I know.”

“There are windows!!”

“So let the neighbors see what I do to naughty boys in my house.” Ma raised her brow, totally unmoved.

Sejanus stared at her, pants tangled around his ankles. “What?! You can’t expect me to walk through the house with my naked bottom out—”

“I certainly can, and I do.” Ma folded her arms calmly. “You brought this on yourself. Now go.”

Coriolanus’s eyes sparkled with barely restrained laughter. Sejanus shot him a miserable glare. “This isn’t funny!”

“Oh,” Coriolanus said innocently, “not at all. It’s tragic. Utterly tragic.”

Groaning dramatically, Sejanus shuffled awkwardly toward the stairs, hands desperately trying to shield his red, glowing humiliation. “Ma, please, can we not—”

“Upstairs!” Ma ordered crisply.

Sejanus ascended with the grace of an injured goose, bottom fully exposed, dignity shredded. His cheeks — both sets — burned hotter than ever.

As he reached Ma’s bedroom, his eyes fell immediately on the hairbrush resting ominously on her vanity, like a wooden executioner waiting for its victim. He grimaced.

“This is insane,” he muttered, picking it up reluctantly. The brush felt cold and unforgiving in his hands. He glanced around, then—curiosity getting the better of him—turned it carefully toward his already tender backside and gave himself one hesitant swat.

“AAAHHHH!” Sejanus yelped, jumping straight into the air. Tears sprang instantly to his eyes. “Holy hell—!”

He stared at the brush in horror. No. Absolutely not. There was no way he was letting Ma anywhere near his bare backside with this demon device.

Thinking quickly, he shoved the brush far under her bed, hidden safely behind her slippers. Heart racing, bottom tingling painfully, he took several deep breaths, preparing his bravest expression of innocence.

He slowly waddled downstairs, covering himself as best he could, every step making his humiliation burn brighter.

“Well?” Ma said sharply. “Where’s my brush?”

“Couldn’t find it,” Sejanus mumbled, cheeks blazing. “Looked everywhere. It’s gone.”

“Gone?” Ma narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “And I suppose it just sprouted legs and walked off?”

“Maybe the house ghosts took it,” Sejanus said sarcastically, folding his arms petulantly, dignity still compromised by the bare bottom on display. “Besides, you already spanked me plenty. Isn’t this humiliation enough?”

Ma considered him thoughtfully. “Hmm. Did you truly search, or did you hide it?”

“I’m hurt you’d even suggest that!” Sejanus gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “As if I would—”

Ma raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Sejanus.” She stared at him over the rim of her teacup. “You couldn’t find the large wooden brush that’s sat on the middle of my vanity for fifteen years? The one your bare bottom has seen a lot over the last two years?”

Sejanus widened his eyes. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

Strabo grunted. “Come on. He hid it under the bed.”

“Pa!!”

Coriolanus burst out laughing.

Sejanus buried his face in his hands. “Why does everyone hate me?!”

“You’re not hated, sweetheart,” Ma said kindly. “You’re just naughty.”

Ma rose quickly to her feet, Ma’s fingers locked mercilessly around his ear, twisting it just enough to make him squeal.

“Ow! Ma, please—!”

“Don’t ‘Ma please’ me, young man!” she snapped, rapidly swatting his bare bottom as she marched him forcefully toward the stairs. “I’ve had enough of your nonsense. If you can’t find a simple hairbrush, I’ll do it myself!”

“No—Ma, can we—can we just talk about this—” he stumbled backward, trying to dig his heels into the carpet, but she was already dragging him toward the stairs like a naughty cat at the grocery store.

Behind him, he heard the worst possible sound — Coriolanus stifling a laugh.

Ma yanked him up the first step, issuing him a ringing spank. “You do not sass me at my dinner table, do you hear me?”

“NO, wait—ow—STOP IT!” Sejanus howled, stumbling clumsily up the stairs, pants still tangled humiliatingly at his ankles, leaving him utterly defenseless against Ma’s swift, biting slaps.

“Look at you!” she scolded loudly, smacking him rhythmically as they ascended. Every time he raised his leg to ascend one step more, every time her hand landed on his exposed buttock as if making him move quicker. He yelped, and she continued scolding. “Bare-bottomed and whining like a toddler! Honestly, Sejanus Plinth, you’d think at your age, you’d be done needing reminders like this!”

Behind them, Sejanus heard footsteps and realized with horror that Coriolanus was following closely, clearly unwilling to miss a single humiliating detail. What’s worse, he was behind, so it meant he saw his bare bottom and dick in all their glory, as Ma spanked him on and on. 

“Coriolanus, don’t watch!” Sejanus wailed desperately. “Have mercy!”

“Oh, nonsense,” Ma retorted crisply. “Let him see precisely how naughty you’ve been. Your boyfriend deserves to know exactly how often this bottom misbehaves!”

He tripped, nearly falling forward, his knees buckling from the awkwardness of climbing stairs while half-naked, half-dragged by the ear, and fully spanked.

Sejanus’s face was burning red, jaw clenched in sheer horror. “This—this isn’t even legal!”

“Oh, it’s perfectly legal in this household,” Ma snapped. “Especially for a mouthy boy who thinks he’s above discipline.”

She rained a volley of spanks in the middle of his bottom. 

“OW! MA! I CAN’T—”

“Then move faster!” she barked, and began spanking in rapid succession, urging him upward like a malfunctioning metronome.

Sejanus half-crawled the next three steps, bottom exposed and aching, every inch of his pride dissolving into mortified ash. He glanced back— why did he glance back?! —and caught a glimpse of Coriolanus behind him, arms crossed, smirking, watching his bare bottom, that was full-on on display, bouncing up the stairs under fire.

“WHY ARE YOU WATCHING?!” he shrieked. “GO HOME!”

“Your Ma insists I stay,” Coriolanus smirked.

Ma gave a particularly sharp spank and barked, “Eyes forward, young man! That’s not how we speak in this house!”

Sejanus yelped and scrambled up the last few steps, nearly tripping on the rug at the top, gasping, flustered, disheveled, and completely ashamed.

Ma just gave his poor, sore bottom one final, crisp swat and said, “Let’s see where my educational brush is.”

Sejanus moaned miserably, face flaming as they finally burst into parent’s bedroom. She immediately released his ear and stormed to the vanity, slamming her palm down.

“The brush was right here!” she yelled, glaring daggers at him. “Exactly where I left it!”

“It—it wasn’t there!” Sejanus lied weakly, shuffling awkwardly. “I swear—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” Ma thundered, her patience clearly worn thin. She marched directly toward Strabo’s closet instead, throwing open the door. “If the brush has vanished, we’ll simply have to use something sturdier.”

Sejanus’s eyes widened in horror as she began sorting briskly through his father’s belt collection, carefully testing each leather strap with a menacing snap.

A belt??!! She was going to spank him with the belt now??!! Nooo, no no!

“Maaaa,” he whined, but was totally ignored. 

“This one’s too stiff,” she said, running her fingers along a wide, thick black strap. “I only used it once on his naughty bottom, and he cried so much, I had to give him a bowl of pudding to calm him down. Remember that, Sejanus?”

Sejanus closed his eyes and wished for death. “Yes, Ma,” he muttered, face blazing. “You don’t need to tell him.”

But of course, she did.

“Oh, Coriolanus does need to hear,” she said cheerfully, turning toward him with the belt dangling between her fingers. “This is what he’s signing up for.”

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “He cried?”

“Like a baby,” Ma said proudly.

Sejanus hissed, “I was eighteen!”

“Exactly,” Ma beamed. “His first adult spanking. That’s when we started disciplining him. Always on the bare bottom.”

Sejanus nearly collapsed from secondhand shame.

She reached deeper into the closet and pulled out a long brown one with decorative stitching. “Now this one is a bit more forgiving. More sting than thud. I used it when he sneaked out at night.”

Sejanus groaned. “Maaaa, stop telling him all that!”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Ma said lightly, snapping the belt in her hands as a demonstration. “I caught him coming home through the kitchen window at midnight, thinking I was asleep. He was over the couch with his bare bottom up before he even had time to lie.”

Coriolanus chuckled. “And was his bottom red?”

“Oh, like a ripe tomato!”

Sejanus stood there glowing red with embarrassment. He could feel Coriolanus’s eyes glancing between the belts… and his bottom, as if he was imagining all these things that Ma kept telling. His bottom gave an involuntary twitch of dread.

Ma turned again, pulling a third belt off the hanger—a narrow, well-worn leather strap with a curved silver buckle. “Ah, this one. Soft, but deceptively nasty. Leaves pink lines for hours. Used it on his bottom when Sejanus forged my signature on his report card with bad grades. Sixth time he tried that trick, if I recall. His bottom was striped like a tiger.”

Coriolanus turned to him, surprised. “He forges signatures?”

“Constantly,” Ma replied, smiling fondly. “This bottom has committed more paperwork crimes than half the Capitol. But worry not, it always stayed very spanked and very red after.”

“Ma, please—” Sejanus moaned, hands uselessly hovering around his waistband. “Don’t tell him that—don’t tell him any of this!”

“Oh, come now,” she said sweetly. “You should be proud. You’re the reason I became a belt connoisseur.”

Coriolanus let out a breathy little laugh, and Sejanus genuinely considered throwing himself out the window.

Sejanus’s stomach clenched. His ears burned. His palms instinctively drifted to cover his still-tingling bottom. He started rubbing it, automatically, without thinking.

These were pleasant, soothing motions, his fingertips brushing across sore, burning-hot skin.

Suddenly, Coriolanus turned to him, his face changing into a surprised one. 

“Ohhh no,” Sejanus whispered, mortified.

Coriolanus let out a very undignified snort. Sejanus flushed hot in shame, his hands still glued to his bottom as he froze like a deer in the headlights. 

Ma turned, too, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Jay, are you rubbing your little bottom already? And we haven’t even picked the belt yet!”

“I—NO—I WAS JUST—SCRATCHING,” Sejanus yelped, finally jerking his hands forward and trying to cover his manhood.

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” Coriolanus laughed. “Looked like a guilty little post-spank rub to me.”

“Just shut up!” Sejanus yelled. 

“Oh, he always does this,” Ma said fondly, turning toward Coriolanus. “Ever since he turned eighteen, anytime I spanked him bare with the belt, he’d hop up doing this silly little dance—hands on his bottom, hopping like a bunny, whining ‘Ma, it’s burning!’”

Coriolanus burst out laughing.

“I did not sound like that!” Sejanus protested, face crimson. “I had dignity!”

“You wore Superman boxers and cried into a couch pillow.”

Coriolanus doubled over, wheezing.

Sejanus groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I hate you both.”

Ma chuckled, flipping up the next belt. “Ah yes. This one’s sentimental. I used this on his bottom for the cookie incident.”

Coriolanus perked up. “Cookie incident?”

Sejanus whined. “Please. No. Not that one.”

“Oh, it’s important,” Ma said. “He tried to eat a whole tray of peppermint cookies before the holiday dinner and blamed it on the Avoxes.”

“I was hungry!”

“You were greedy and lying,” Ma corrected. “I pulled this belt out and he hid under the coffee table.”

Coriolanus doubled over in laughter, nearly wheezing. “You HID?”

“It was a low table,” Sejanus mumbled, mortified. “I was practically furniture.”

“His bottom still was sticking out, so I pulled his pants down and striped his bare bottom with this belt really nicely,” Ma commented. “You must have seen how he tried to get out from that table to no avail. Bottom wriggling left and right, and getting a good dose of belt. He didn’t lie for a month after that.”

Coriolanus now laughed so hard, he began to hiccup. Sejanus wished the floor could just open and swallow him whole. 

Ma held up all three belts side by side, squinting at them critically.

“Well, now the question is,” she mused aloud, “which one would best teach tonight’s lesson?”

Sejanus whimpered. “Can we please not make this a group discussion?”

“We must,” Ma said. “Your bottom is a matter of family concern.”

Sejanus nearly passed out.

She turned to Coriolanus. “What do you think, dear? This thick one bruises, but it’s effective for his bottom. This one stings his bottom more, but leaves less color. Or this narrow one—it’s sharp and teaches patience.”

Coriolanus stepped closer, tilting his head. “Which one makes him squeal fastest?”

“Absolutely the stitched brown one,” Ma said without missing a beat. “Three swats and he was singing the national anthem in sobs.”

“Right,” Coriolanus nodded seriously. “That one, then.”

“Excellent choice,” Ma said warmly, folding the belt and hitting her palm with it.

Sejanus’s mouth dropped open. “YOU’RE HELPING HER PICK?!”

“I was invited to participate,” Coriolanus said smoothly. “Democracy, Sejanus. I’m just voting.”

“Now, Jay, let’s go downstairs, to give you the portion of this very belt,” Ma made a step towards him.

“No—Ma, please!” Sejanus whimpered pathetically, clutching his hands behind his back, as if trying to cover his bottom. Coriolanus could see his dick now, but he didn’t care about it so much. Not when his Ma had the belt in her grip. “Not a belt! Please, Ma! Spank me with the brush!”

Ma paused sharply. “Oh? I thought you couldn’t find the brush?”

Sejanus winced. “I—I didn’t mean—that is—I just thought—”

“Confess,” she commanded, folding the belt ominously in her hand. “Right this minute. Did you or did you not hide that hairbrush?”

Sejanus’s head fell forward in miserable defeat. “Yes. I hid it under the bed.”

“Ah-ha! So you lied to your mother as well? That’s it, young man—you’re getting both a brush and a belt!”

Sejanus’s jaw dropped. “WHAT? No! That’s completely unfair!”

“You’ll learn what ‘unfair’ means shortly,” she said sternly, snatching the hidden brush from under the bed. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before trying to deceive me.”

Sejanus shifted awkwardly, stomach sinking. “Okay, fine. Yes, I hid it. But honestly, Ma, maybe you should stop being such an insane dictator—”

He regretted the words instantly, the second he saw Ma’s expression harden to pure maternal steel.

“Oh, that’s it, young man,” she said in a voice colder than ice. 

“No, Ma, WAIT—”

She was already across the room, seizing his ear in a vice-like grip, bending him roughly over the bed’s headboard, his bottom immediately thrust embarrassingly upward, bare, vulnerable, and horribly exposed.

The first stinging swat landed sharply on his already sore bottom. “OW! MA! STOP!”

But Ma was merciless, spanking him swiftly and expertly, every sharp spank echoing loudly through the room. Sejanus squirmed desperately, legs kicking, body writhing helplessly. The heat in his buttcocks was unbearable.

And then, as another swat forced him to twist sideways, his eyes fell upon the polished wardrobe mirror directly across the room.

His heart stopped.

The reflection staring back at him was painfully, horribly humiliating.

He saw himself clearly—his flushed, agonized face, mouth twisted into a desperate pout. And worst of all, he saw his bottom, round and shamefully bare, raised high and exposed, wobbling and jiggling with every crisp slap Ma delivered.

“Oh my god,” Sejanus groaned miserably, utterly mortified, unable to tear his eyes away from the humiliating spectacle. Each spank made his cheeks bounce shamefully, turning deeper shades of pink and red, rippling helplessly under Ma’s relentless palm.

“What’s wrong?” Ma teased sharply, clearly noticing his distress. “Suddenly realizing how ridiculous you look, young man?”

“YES!” he wailed, voice thick with embarrassment. “Please, Ma, this is horrible! Stop, for the love of—”

Another smack landed, and he watched in horror as his bottom bounced again, skin wobbling and turning a brighter scarlet, perfectly framed in the mirror’s unforgiving reflection.

But nothing could have prepared him for the additional humiliation when he saw another figure appear in the mirror behind him.

Coriolanus was standing awkwardly near the doorway, staring directly at the humiliating spectacle. His boyfriend’s eyes were wide, a mix of fascination and stunned amusement, gaze fixed precisely on Sejanus’s quivering, exposed backside.

“Oh, no,” Sejanus whimpered miserably, mortified beyond words. “Coriolanus, don’t look!”

“Too late,” Coriolanus replied with a barely hidden grin, clearly fascinated by the shameful display. “It’s very… educational.”

Sejanus felt his bottom blaze even hotter, humiliation twisting through him painfully as Ma continued her relentless spanking. Every slap echoed with vivid embarrassment, and his bottom jiggled embarrassingly in front of Coriolanus’s amused, intrigued gaze.

“Look at yourself, Sejanus,” Ma scolded sharply, pausing briefly to pinch his burning buttock. “A grown young man, bottom bare, jiggling like jelly because he can’t behave himself properly.”

“Ma, please don’t describe it!” Sejanus sobbed, the mirror reflection tormenting him relentlessly. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to block out the image, but he still felt every humiliating bounce and ripple as Ma continued spanking him mercilessly.

“You brought this on yourself, Jay,” Ma said firmly. “Maybe seeing your bottom bounce around helplessly in the mirror will finally teach you some humility.”

“MA! I’M DYING OF HUMILIATION!” Sejanus wailed dramatically, his buttocks wobbling embarrassingly as if agreeing with him.

Coriolanus, now leaning casually against the doorframe, chuckled softly. “It is certainly a memorable sight.”

Sejanus moaned miserably, humiliation burning through him, his entire body hot with shame. Knowing Coriolanus was witnessing his complete degradation, seeing every humiliating bounce of his bare, red, punished bottom, was beyond torture.

He knew, without a doubt, he’d never live down this moment.

And Ma, clearly satisfied, finally paused her spanking, leaving his buttcheeks throbbing, glowing, and prominently displayed in the mirror.

“Now,” she said coolly, “stay right there. I’m fetching the belt. Coriolanus, keep an eye on this naughty, jiggly bottom for me.”

Sejanus whimpered into the bedspread, utterly defeated, embarrassment flooding every inch of his soul. Coriolanus, still reflected behind him, smiled slowly and nodded.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Coriolanus said smugly. “I won’t let it out of my sight.”

Before Sejanus could protest further, Ma grabbed the belt, and then seized his ear again, dragging him back downstairs toward the drawing room with terrifying resolve.

“Not AGAIN!” Sejanus wailed pitifully, flailing helplessly, trousers trailing pathetically behind him. “PLEASE—not in front of everyone!”

“Exactly in front of everyone!” Ma barked, punctuating each step with brisk swats of the brush against his already burning bottom. “You clearly haven’t learned a single lesson yet!”

Sejanus’s humiliation reached new heights as Ma positioned herself in the middle of the couch, pulling him straight back across her lap. Sejanus winced as his stomach hit her knees once again. One of her knees pushed up, making him arch his back and pop his bottom higher in the air. What a view was opening for Coriolanus, undoubtedly! Sejanus covered his face with his hands. She resumed spanking, delivering firm, sharp smacks with the hairbrush, making him flinch at every swat.

“Now,” she lectured briskly, “this naughty plump bottom thought it was clever to hide from punishment. Coriolanus, doesn’t that sound like someone who deserves a good, firm spanking?”

“Absolutely,” Coriolanus said cheerfully, openly amused now. “Clearly, he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.”

Sejanus thrashed miserably, wailing louder than ever. “You’re all monsters! Coriolanus, you traitor!”

“Oh, hush,” Ma scolded sharply, each smack harder than the last. “You brought this on yourself. Look how brightly this bottom glows—like a neon sign advertising your misbehavior!”

She paused to pinch his hot buttcheeks teasingly, making him squirm and sob in pure humiliation.

“Ma, stop narrating!” Sejanus whined and squirmed on her lap, weakly kicking his legs, tears prickling his eyes from sheer embarrassment. “This is humiliating enough!”

“Exactly,” Ma agreed, delighted. “Now, let’s make sure you never lie to me again.”

As she lifted the brush ominously, Sejanus’s desperate pleading filled the room. “Nooooo! Not the brush, Ma! Can’t you just do it with your hand?”

Coriolanus leaned back leisurely, thoroughly entertained. “He’s always asking for something, doesn’t he?”

Ma chuckled lightly, hairbrush poised. “Always has been. But nothing corrects dramatics like a good, thorough spanking.”

Sejanus sobbed into the cushions, thinking only that Coriolanus would remember every embarrassing detail.

Ma brought the hairbrush down with ruthless precision, each sharp smack echoing through the drawing room, sending waves of burning humiliation rippling through Sejanus’s helplessly exposed bottom.

“Now, Coriolanus,” Ma said conversationally, pausing just long enough to examine the bright scarlet glow spreading rapidly over Sejanus’s cheeks. “Let me share a few pointers, just in case you ever find yourself needing to properly discipline this naughty boy.”

Sejanus’s eyes shot wide open in absolute horror. “MA! You can’t just give spanking lessons to my boyfriend!”

“Oh, hush,” Ma replied calmly, delivering another rapid volley of swats. “Clearly someone needs to learn how to handle you properly.”

Coriolanus leaned forward, grinning openly now. “By all means, Mrs. Plinth, please educate me.”

“NO, DON’T EDUCATE HIM!” Sejanus wailed, thrashing helplessly across her lap. “This is absolutely humiliating!”

“That’s precisely the point,” Ma smiled serenely, patting his burning bottom teasingly. “Now, Coriolanus, notice how sensitive Sejanus is right here,” she tapped just beneath the curve of his bottom, making Sejanus jerk violently. “A few sharp swats with a hairbrush here are all it takes to have him whining like a spoiled toddler.”

Coriolanus nodded thoughtfully, observing closely. “Interesting. And you prefer the brush?”

“Oh, yes,” Ma confirmed, brandishing the brush with pride. “A hairbrush offers that perfect sting, deep enough to make sure the lesson lasts. Plus,” she added, lightly pinching one flaming cheek, “it turns this naughty bottom such an adorable shade of pink.”

“Ma—PLEASE STOP COMMENTING ON MY BOTTOM!” Sejanus wailed into the sofa, face blazing red with shame.

Coriolanus chuckled delightedly. “It is a rather charming shade.”

Ma nodded approvingly. “Exactly. And don’t hesitate to pause occasionally to remind him just how exposed he is. Humiliation is part of effective discipline—Sejanus always squirms when reminded he’s bare and lying here bottom up.”

He whimpered, wriggling frantically, cheeks clenched tight. The position was awful—exposed, helpless, his whole bottom perfectly framed by the way her lap angled him forward. Every movement he made just wobbled his embarrassment.

He heard Coriolanus laugh quietly. Sejanus groaned and buried his burning face into the cushion. His bottom twitched involuntarily.

“Now, let’s go over a few facts,” Ma said brightly, her voice turning into a teacher voice, which somehow made it ten times worse. “Sejanus, what happens every single time you misbehave?”

He groaned. “You spank me.”

“ On? ” she prompted.

He shook his head violently. “No—Ma, don’t—”

“Oh, yes,” she said cheerfully. “Say it properly.”

“I—get spanked—” he mumbled.

Ma spanked him soundly on the upturned underbutt and Sejanus yelped on a high note, wriggling his bottom to the left and right.

“Louder.”

“I always get spanked on my bare bottom, ” Sejanus choked out, voice cracking with sheer humiliation.

Coriolanus burst into laughter.

“There we are!” she beamed, landing another crisp swat. “See, Coriolanus? The honesty begins when the pants come down.”

Coriolanus laughed aloud, eyes twinkling. “This is… enlightening.”

Sejanus twisted around in panic. “Don’t enjoy this so much!”

“How could I not? ” Coriolanus said, spreading his hands. “You’re blushing harder than your backside.”

“ Ughhhhhh! ” Sejanus kicked again. His face was on fire. 

“Very good!” Ma beamed, as if he’d just passed a piano exam. “See, Coriolanus? He knows the rule. We don’t do ‘halfway’ consequences in this house. If a boy misbehaves, the pants come down, bare bottom comes up high in the air, ready for my hand, or the brush, or the belt. The belt works best I must say though. When his bottom is covered in red belt stripes he becomes the most obedient and polite boy ever.”

Sejanus thrashed miserably. “This is THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE.”

“Oh, hush,” Ma scolded lightly. “Now tell Coriolanus how often you’ve been spanked like this.”

“Ma, no—please— please don’t— ”

“Say it, or we’ll be here all evening.”

He whimpered. “...Too many times to count.”

Ma nodded approvingly, spanking him again. Sejanus kicking his legs so that sock finally flew away. “Exactly. And do we ever leave your underwear up, Sejanus?”

“ NO! ” he sobbed. “Never! It’s always bare!”

“Because?” she prompted again, chipper as ever.

“Because you said that’s how the naughty boys learn!” he yelped, collapsing deeper into the cushions. “Through the bare bottom.”

Coriolanus wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. “He’s right, you really do have a system.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ma said proudly. “And look how well it works—he’s squirming, bright pink, and fully aware of his naughty plump bottom and who's seeing it. ”

Sejanus let out the most pitiful whine known to mankind.

“I will never recover from this,” he mumbled. 

Ma paused and turned slightly toward him, addressing him like a guest judge at a televised Capitol cooking show.

“Now, Coriolanus,” she said calmly, brush resting lightly on Sejanus’s flaming skin, “you may notice I do a lot of talking during punishments.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Coriolanus replied, clearly smiling. “It’s very… educational.”

Sejanus groaned into the pillow.

“As I say,” Ma continued, patting his bottom lightly for emphasis, “reminding Sejanus that his bottom is bare, pink, and being observed adds an extra layer to the punishment. It’s not just about the sting—it’s about the lesson. ”

Sejanus groaned louder, his entire body curling like a shrimp. “Ma, stop talking about my bottom! Not in front of him!”

Ma ignored him completely.

“For example,” she said, raising her voice slightly, “right now, your naughty little bottom is sticking straight up in the air—completely exposed—and your boyfriend is watching every wiggle, every clench, every squirm.”

Sejanus let out a strangled squeal. “MA—!”

“Oh hush,” she said cheerfully. “You should feel embarrassed. That’s the point. You sass, you lie, you brat—and now you’re here, getting your bare bottom spanked in front of the boy you’re trying to impress.”

Coriolanus snorted.

“See?” Ma said triumphantly. “Even he’s enjoying the show.”

“Please just KILL ME,” Sejanus sobbed totally embarrassed.

“Look at how red he gets when I talk about his bare bottom. ” Ma said cheerfully, delivering another smack to his throbbing bottom. “Look at that flinch! And how he wriggles when I say it again—bare bottom, bare bottom, naughty plump bare bottom. ”

Coriolanus burst out laughing.

Sejanus, face pressed hard into the cushion, felt his entire soul try to eject from his body. “I HATE BOTH OF YOU!”

“Oh, Jay,” Ma said, delivering a final sharp smack. “Now say thank you.”

Sejanus kicked. “NO.”

Ma raised the brush. Sejanus flinched, his bottom traitorously flinching at a mere threat of another spank. 

“THANK YOU MA FOR SPANKING MY BARE BOTTOM,” he blurted, face buried in utter defeat.

“And what are we not going to do again?” she prompted, still holding the brush with terrifying poise.

“…Talk back. Lie. Swear. Be bratty,” he listed miserably. 

Ma smiled sweetly, giving a few brisk final swats. “You’ll be just fine after a nap, a snack, and perhaps a few more reminders.”

Sejanus stayed limp over her lap, humiliated beyond measure, his bare red bottom twitching involuntarily. He moaned into the cushion, already trembling from the shame. His bottom burned, his face burned,

“Now just to reinforce the lesson, tell Coriolanus what kind of spanking this is, Jay.” Ma tapped the brush gently on his buttcheeks.

He buried his face in his elbow, voice muffled. “A… b-bare bottom spanking…”

“Louder, darling. Coriolanus can’t hear you.” Ma smacked him harder, sound resonating in the chandelier.

He groaned. He wanted to die. He wanted to scream, teleport, or go back in time and not sass her.

But instead, he said it — louder this time, barely breathing from humiliation, “I’m getting a bare bottom spanking. ”

Coriolanus let out a delighted laugh. “Oh, that’s just precious.”

Sejanus’s whole body twitched. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry,” Coriolanus said — but he wasn’t sorry, not even slightly. “It’s just... the phrasing is very classic. And accurate.”

Ma smiled fondly, brushing her hand over Sejanus’s flushed cheeks. “You know, he always gets them this way. I don’t believe in trousers when it comes to discipline.”

“MA!!”

“Well, it’s true,” she said cheerfully, delivering another sharp, stinging swat. “Honestly, Coriolanus, he used to ask me if we could keep his pants up when he misbehaved. I’d say, ‘Well, darling, I’ve seen your bottom a million times, nothing to be ashamed about.’”

The brush kept rhythmically slapping across his bare skin while Coriolanus sat there chuckling , occasionally raising an eyebrow like he was watching a very dramatic opera.

“You should see him after,” Ma said warmly, speaking over Sejanus like he was a tutorial. “He gets all sulky and pouty and quiet. Paces in his room, rubbing his poor little bottom like a tragic poet. Don’t you, darling?”

“I will jump out a window,” Sejanus mumbled, face hotter than ever.

Coriolanus sipped his tea. “Does he sleep on his stomach afterward?”

“Yep, always sleeps on his little tummy, red bottom up. Doesn’t even put on his panties. Like a punished puppy,” Ma said proudly, giving a swat that made Sejanus yelp and kick.

Sejanus buried his face deeper into the cushions, praying for a sudden lightning strike or spontaneous combustion. “I’m NOT listening to this! You’re both evil!”

“Oh, Jay,” Ma sighed dramatically, lightly delivering another series of precise smacks. “You’ve had this coming for a long time. Coriolanus, did I ever tell you about when Sejanus was nineteen and tried to skip the University classes?”

“No, please don’t!” Sejanus begged frantically, thrashing his legs. “That’s PRIVATE!”

Ignoring him completely, Ma went on cheerfully. “Well, I had him just like this—bare-bottomed and squealing—and gave him the spanking of his life right in front of his tutor. Poor Mr. Gardener looked scandalized, but let me tell you, Sejanus never skipped a class again.”

Coriolanus laughed openly now. “Oh, that explains why he’s always obsessively punctual.”

“Exactly,” Ma beamed, brushing her palm appreciatively over Sejanus’s glowing bottom. “A well-spanked bottom is the key to obedience.”

“I’m going to die from embarrassment,” Sejanus whimpered melodramatically. “And it’ll be YOUR FAULT.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Ma tutted, giving his bottom another stinging smack. “He always exaggerates. Now, Coriolanus, remember to keep your wrist firm when delivering smacks. Flick your wrist like so—” SMACK! “—and Sejanus will instantly know you mean business.”

Sejanus kicked and flailed, tears of humiliation prickling his eyes. “Ma, stop giving him TIPS! You’re ruining my life!”

Coriolanus leaned in closer, visibly fascinated. “And does he always whine so much?”

“Always,” Ma said fondly. “Honestly, you’d think he was being tortured. And never forget—pinching and teasing between spanks can be just as effective.” She demonstrated by gently tweaking Sejanus’s blazing cheek. He howled, squirming pathetically.

“See how he reacts?” she said delightedly. “A bit of teasing always gets him squealing like a little piglet. Isn’t that right, Jay?”

Sejanus whimpered miserably, giving up completely. “Yes, Ma.”

“Now, Coriolanus,” she said warmly, “if you ever find yourself needing to spank this one—oh, and I guarantee you will—you’ll notice something quite specific about his bottom.”

Sejanus flailed. “MA, NO. DON’T TALK ABOUT MY BOTTOM!”

“Oh hush, Jay,” Ma said sweetly, patting his blushing buttcheeks as if fluffing up a sofa pillow. “We all know it’s your most expressive feature.”

Coriolanus snorted into his teacup.

Sejanus buried his face in the sofa arm. “I’m going to leave the house, I swear.”

“Now,” Ma continued, resting the brush lightly on Sejanus’s bottom like a conductor about to start an overture, “note the shape. Very plump, very round, and most importantly—bouncy.”

Coriolanus nodded thoughtfully, leaning in for a better look.

“Observe.” Ma said, as she delivered an especially sharp swat to his bottom.

Sejanus yelped as the brush struck his right cheek, then immediately recoiled off with a dramatic boing-like effect.

“See that?” Ma said brightly, smacking his bottom again. “The brush bounces right back from his plump bottom. Like it’s hitting a loaf of rising bread!”

“I HATE YOU!” Sejanus wailed, legs kicking weakly as his mortification reached cosmic levels.

“Oh Jay,” Ma cooed, delivering a crisp spank to the left side this time. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve always had the most resilient little bottom. Spank one side, and—bounce!—it just comes right back up like a sponge cake!”

Coriolanus laughed out loud, practically choking. “It really does! That’s almost impressive!”

Sejanus groaned into the couch, voice muffled. “Coriolanus I swear to all that is holy I will end you—”

“Now,” Ma went on, unfazed, “the trick with a bottom like this is tempo. If you go too fast, it jiggles more than it learns. If you go too slow, he starts mouthing off again. So I do this, you see: 

SMACK!… bounce
SMACK!… bounce
SMACK! Bounce-bounce!” She punctuated every word with a spank, making Sejanus gasp at each one of them. “See how the brush just bounces back every time from his plump bottom?”

Sejanus let out a tiny shriek on the last one. “MAAAAA!”

Coriolanus was wheezing, fully doubled over, his laughter muffled only by the teacup he had pressed to his lips to hide his grin. “Oh god—I can’t—he wiggles with every hit—”

“Exactly!” Ma beamed proudly, now swatting in rhythm like she was tuning a drum set. “And don’t be afraid to alternate cheeks. He tries to squirm away if you favor one side too long.”

“NOT TRUE!” Sejanus cried.

Ma promptly demonstrated, spanking his bottom on every side — left, right, center.

“SEE?” she said cheerfully as Sejanus squealed again. “Now he’s all wiggly! That’s how you know it’s working!”

“I’M NOT WIGGLY!” Sejanus sobbed into the upholstery. “I’M… I’M DIGNIFIED!”

Coriolanus wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, darling,” Ma said, pausing to pat Sejanus’s now blazing pink cheeks with fondness, “you should’ve seen him at age eighteen. Same bouncy little bottom, just slightly narrower.”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIM?!” Sejanus yelled.

“Because it’s true,” she said breezily. “And look—still as bouncy as ever. Just look at that jiggle. Coriolanus, would you like to poke it?”

“DON’T YOU DARE.”

Coriolanus tilted his head, extremely amused. “I’ll wait till later.”

Sejanus whimpered in pure psychic destruction. “I’ll never recover from this. My descendants will feel this shame.”

“Shush, Jay,” Ma said warmly, spanking him dead in the center of the bottom. “You’ve still got six more swats. Bounce nicely for us.”

“Maaaa, you’re embarrassing me!” Sejanus squealed. Coriolanus clapped.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Ma said, chuckling. “You’ve always been squirmy. Even as a teen, the second I’d lay you across my lap—wiggle, wiggle, wiggle! It’s like this bottom knows when it’s been bad.”

Coriolanus tilted his head, barely speaking from all the laughter. “So it’s always been this... responsive?”

“Like a jelly mold,” Ma said proudly. SMACK!

“I want to run into the sea,” Sejanus muttered into the pillow. “With rocks in my pockets.”

Ma tsked. “None of that drama. Honestly, you’re lucky to have such a good bottom. Why, some boys have flat, unresponsive bottoms—not at all suitable for proper spankings.”

Sejanus let out a helpless whimper as she smacked him again — a crisp, snappy pop! that bounced clean off one cheek and made the other jiggle in sympathy.

“I am an exposed object of public ridicule!” Sejanus whined.

“You’re an adorable brat who needed his bottom tamed,” she corrected, swatting again.

Sejanus kicked his legs like a dying squid. “PLEASE, MA, I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED IN MY LIFE!”

Coriolanus let out a thoughtful hum. “She’s right, though. That’s quite an impressive wobble.”

Sejanus gasped. “Coriolanus, you are supposed to LOVE ME.”

“Oh, I do,” Coriolanus replied sweetly. “But this is also the funniest day of my entire life.”

“The key is using a firm wrist and letting the flesh do the work. When a bottom is this plump—” she gave his left cheek an appalling squish—“it practically presents itself.”

“I AM A HUMAN BEING,” Sejanus sobbed into the sofa cushion. “NOT A BAKED GOOD.”

“And watch the symmetry,” Ma continued, undeterred. “It’s very important to alternate swats to maintain even color. No one wants a lopsided spanking. That just looks careless.”

“NO NO NO NO NO,” Sejanus wailed like a dying kettle. “THERE WILL BE NO BOYFRIEND SPANKING!”

Ma grinned, swatting again. “Oh, sweetheart, your boyfriend already saw your bottom bouncing like a pudding. We’re long past the point of return.”

“I’m not a pudding!” he cried, voice cracking in despair.

“And a very naughty one,” Ma replied, giving both cheeks a cheeky little tap. “Now say it again: ‘I have a bouncy, bratty bottom and I am very sorry.’”

“I will not say—AAAAH!” Another hard swat to his bottom cut him off.

Ma raised an eyebrow. “Say it, Jay.”

Sejanus moaned into the couch, destroyed beyond repair. “I have a bouncy, bratty bottom and I’m very sorry.”

“Good boy,” she cooed.

Coriolanus applauded.

Sejanus sobbed, his humiliation utterly complete. “I hate everything. I’m never showing my face again.”

“Sweetheart,” Ma sighed affectionately, rubbing slow, gentle circles on his brightly blushing bottom, “your face isn’t what’s on display right now.”

Sejanus squirmed violently, humiliation scorching through every fiber of his being. The burn in his bottom was unbearable, but the teasing, taunting voices were infinitely worse.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Raising his head defiantly, he spat out with brattish fury: “Are you finally done? Because honestly, Ma, maybe if you spent less time obsessing over my ass, your cooking wouldn’t taste like soggy cardboard!”

The silence that followed could have frozen lava.

Ma’s eyes hardened dangerously. “Oh. Is that how it is?”

Sejanus felt immediate regret twist through his stomach. “Wait—no—I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, you certainly did,” she said icily, setting the brush aside. “I was prepared to spare you the belt, but with that attitude, clearly you’ve learned nothing.”

“Ma, please!” he whimpered, frantically rubbing his throbbing bottom the instant she allowed him up. “Not the belt—anything but the belt!”

Ma completely ignored his pleas, calmly walking toward the kitchen sink instead. Curious and slightly alarmed, Sejanus watched with growing dread as she took a fresh towel, carefully running it under the cold tap water.

“W-what are you doing?” Sejanus asked nervously, eyeing the dripping towel warily. “Ma? Why do you need that?”

“Yes, Mrs. Plinth,” Coriolanus echoed, intrigued. “What exactly is the towel for?”

Ma smiled mysteriously. “You’ll both see soon enough.”

Sejanus groaned, shuffling miserably, still rubbing his inflamed bottom vigorously, desperate to ease the sting. The cool air brushed against his exposed skin, making him feel horribly vulnerable. His face flamed as he realized how ridiculous and childish he looked, pants at his ankles, whining pathetically, and now facing unknown, dripping-wet consequences.

“Now,” Ma commanded sternly, pointing toward the armchair of the couch. “Over the arm of the couch. Bottom up, and don’t you dare argue with me, young man.”

“Fine!” Sejanus snapped brattily, shuffling toward the chair with a sigh. “But this is borderline criminal, Ma.”

Ma raised an eyebrow. “Do you need another reminder right here in front of your boyfriend?”

“No!” he quickly surrendered, flinging himself dramatically over the cushion, deliberately letting out an exaggerated whimper. “There! Happy?”

“Almost.” Ma turned toward Coriolanus, holding out the wet towel in one hand. “Coriolanus, could you please hold Sejanus’s wrists firmly? He does love covering up that naughty bottom whenever he can.”

Sejanus whipped his head around, eyes wide with betrayal. “Coriolanus, don’t you dare!”

Coriolanus merely smiled slyly. “Sorry, darling. Your mother’s orders.”

Sejanus growled, thrashing slightly as Coriolanus gently but firmly pinned his wrists. “Traitor!”

Without further hesitation, Ma pressed the cold, dripping towel directly onto Sejanus’s fiery bottom. For a brief second, blissful relief flooded him. Then, to his horror, he felt water trickle humiliatingly between his cheeks, dripping mortifyingly downward, making him gasp with embarrassment.

“Oh my god—Ma! What—this is awful! STOP!”

She chuckled knowingly, to his relief removing the dripping towel. “Patience, dear. This method is quite effective for naughty, bratty bottoms.”

Before he could protest further, the sharp crack of the belt sliced through the air, landing squarely across his now damp backside.

“AAAAAAH!” Sejanus shrieked, bucking violently in Coriolanus’s grip. The wetness had made the sting infinitely worse, turning a simple lick into a fiery blaze. “Ma, please—this is TOO MUCH!”

“Oh, nonsense,” Ma replied cheerily, delivering another brisk lash. “It’s exactly enough for a rude, disrespectful boy like you with such a jiggly bottom.”

“PLEASE—STOP! Coriolanus—make her stop!”

Coriolanus merely tightened his grip, smirking openly. “I don’t know, Sejanus. You were quite rude.”

Ma paused to swat Sejanus again, savoring his frantic squirms. “Exactly. You know, Coriolanus, once when he was nineteen, he spilled paint all over his father’s favorite chair. I used this exact technique—wet towel, then the belt. He squealed like a piglet and promised never to touch paint again.”

“Ma, stop sharing my humiliating stories!” Sejanus wailed miserably, face flaming with embarrassment as he kicked and thrashed, water dripping humiliatingly between his legs.

“Why not?” she replied lightly, delivering another precise lash. “Your bottom obviously needs constant reminders about behaving properly. Besides, Coriolanus should know how best to handle you.”

Coriolanus laughed openly now, clearly relishing every humiliating detail. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind, Mrs. Plinth. It does seem to make him much more… compliant.”

“Indeed!” Ma smiled proudly. “Wet bottom spankings always do the trick.”

Sejanus whimpered miserably, burying his face in the cushion. “This is torture!”

“Oh, hush,” Ma chuckled, lightly pinching his reddened, wet skin teasingly. “He always exaggerates. Notice, Coriolanus, how sensitive he gets when his bottom is damp. Feel free to experiment next time he acts bratty.”

“Noted,” Coriolanus said eagerly, grinning mischievously down at Sejanus’s mortified face.

Ma readied the belt again. “Now, shall we continue until this lesson finally sinks in?”

“Noooo!” Sejanus wailed miserably, completely defeated and exposed. “I promise, I’ve learned—I swear!”

Ma smiled knowingly. “Oh, sweetie, we’re not quite done yet.”

“Please, Ma—enough!” Sejanus wailed, kicking his legs wildly, desperate to escape Coriolanus’s firm, amused grip. “I’ve learned my lesson! I promise I’ll never disrespect you again!”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Ma said mockingly, raising the belt once more. “Just like you promised when you were eighteen and got caught sneaking brandy into your room. Remember that, Sejanus?”

Sejanus’s face burned hotter than his dripping bottom. “MA—don’t you dare tell—!”

“Of course I’ll tell,” she laughed cheerily, delivering another stinging lash. “Coriolanus, that evening Sejanus ended up exactly like this—bare-bottomed—and I gave him a spanking so thorough, he begged me to ground him instead!”

Coriolanus chuckled delightedly. “Did he really?”

“Oh yes,” Ma confirmed gleefully. “He sobbed that he’d do chores forever—just to stop the spanking. But nothing teaches Sejanus quite like embarrassment. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I HATE EVERYTHING!” Sejanus wailed, squirming even more fiercely. He felt utterly trapped, painfully aware of the humiliating sight he presented—wet bottom raised, whining pitifully, entirely at their mercy.

“Notice, Coriolanus,” Ma instructed calmly, pausing to admire the deep blush spreading across Sejanus’s backside, “how his bottom turns such an adorable shade of crimson when wet? It really makes spanking so much more effective.”

“It’s certainly vivid,” Coriolanus agreed enthusiastically, grinning openly. “And does he always wiggle so much under the belt ?”

“Every single time,” Ma sighed, as if discussing a particularly stubborn pet. “Honestly, you’d think he enjoys it.”

“MA! I do NOT enjoy—AAAH!” Sejanus’s furious protest dissolved into a squeal as the belt cracked down once again, his legs jerking wildly.

“Coriolanus,” Ma continued, ignoring Sejanus’s whimpers, “remember, if he squirms too much, you can always give him extra swats right on his upper thighs. Here—like so.”

She demonstrated briskly, landing the belt precisely at the sensitive juncture between bottom and thigh.

“OWWW—MA—PLEASE!” Sejanus wailed, tears spilling from sheer humiliation. “I’ll behave—really!”

“Will you?” Ma asked teasingly. “Or will you just misbehave again so your boyfriend can practice disciplining your naughty bottom?”

Sejanus sobbed, wishing the ground would swallow him. “I’ll NEVER do this again!”

Ma merely laughed lightly, leaning in conspiratorially toward Coriolanus. “He always says that, you know. But you’ll quickly learn how to keep him properly disciplined.”

“NO—don’t teach him!” Sejanus cried desperately, bucking against Coriolanus’s firm grip. “He’s evil! He’ll use it against me!”

“Oh, I certainly will,” Coriolanus admitted cheerfully. “I’m rather looking forward to it.”

Sejanus groaned miserably, fully defeated. His humiliation was absolute—face-down, bare-bottomed, wet and red, forced to listen as his mother casually coached Coriolanus on the finer details of spanking his thoroughly humiliated backside.

“I want to die,” Sejanus whimpered pitifully into the upholstery.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Ma scolded lightly, pausing to pinch his bottom teasingly once more. “You always say things like that when your bottom is spanked properly.”

She turned toward Coriolanus with a smile. “Isn’t he adorable like this?”

“Absolutely precious,” Coriolanus confirmed, openly delighted. “I should have brought a camera.”

“Coriolanus!” Sejanus gasped in horror. “Don’t you dare—!”

“Relax, Sejanus,” Ma chuckled warmly. “I’m sure there will be plenty more opportunities. After all, someone as bratty as you can’t go long without needing correction.”

The belt cracked again.

His bare bottom jolted under the strike, hips bucking helplessly over the arm of the sofa. His wrists were still pinned firmly in Coriolanus’s hands — he had tried to escape once, and Ma had tripled the count after that.

“YELLP—MA!” Sejanus squeaked after another spank, voice high and strangled. His bottom stung like a branding iron had kissed it, every swat louder than his pride could bear.

“You see, Coriolanus,” Ma said breezily as she flexed the belt again, “the belt really does reach deeper than the brush. Perfect for when he gets mouthy.”

“I can see that,” Coriolanus said, smiling with disconcerting calm as he held Sejanus’s squirming wrists tighter.

Sejanus had long passed mortification. He was now in the stage of post-mortification existential crisis, fully bare-bottomed, his buttcheeks jiggling every time the belt landed.

The belt licked his bottom again.

“OOOOwOWOWOW, Ma!” he shrieked. “This is torture! This is—”

And then—

There was a sound, and the door to the drawing room clicked open. Two Avoxes stepped in silently, carrying folded towels. And stopped as soon as they saw him. Sejanus’s brain shut down.

He lay frozen, bare-bottomed over the armrest, mid-spanking, mid-yelp and his face burning hotter than the planet’s core.

The Avoxes blinked. Their eyes scanned the scene with slow, clinical precision — then both turned toward him and smirked.

Sejanus made a noise somewhere between a sob, a scream, and a dying tea kettle.

Ma looked up and clapped her hands, cheerful as a sunbeam. “Oh, boys! No need for the dishes today! Jay here got himself into trouble and washed them all bare-bottomed as punishment!”

The Avoxes both nodded respectfully. Still smirking. Still looking at his butt.

They turned and exited in silence, leaving behind the eternal stain of their judgment.

“MAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Sejanus howled into the sofa. “Why would you TELL them?!”

“Oh, darling,” Ma said as if explaining gravity, “they could see. It would’ve been rude not to say something.”

“I’m going to DIE,” Sejanus sobbed. “I’m going to lie down on the floor and never get up again.”

Coriolanus gave his wrists a gentle tug. “They did seem rather impressed. I think you’ve got a fan club now.”

“STOP TALKING. EVERYONE STOP TALKING.”

Ma chuckled and gave another hearty SMACK.

“OWWWWWWWW!”

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “next time you wriggle too much when I’m trying to teach you a lesson, maybe I will call them back in.”

Sejanus went rigid. “YOU WOULDN’T.”

“Oh, I would. I’ve threatened it before. ‘If you can’t keep that bottom still,’ I tell him, ‘I’ll have the Avoxes come hold you down so I can finish the job properly.’”

Coriolanus let out a little gasp of delight. “That’s brilliant.”

“STOP IT MA, STOP!” Sejanus screamed. 

“But look how red it’s gotten,” Ma mused proudly, rubbing the sting into his backside with a slow, humiliating swirl of her palm. “Just like when he was nineteen and broke the parlor vase. I had to make him stand in the corner bare-bottomed for the entire garden party. He made a little speech about injustice to the guests. It was adorable.”

Coriolanus was nearly in tears from laughter. “He made a speech?”

“While sniffling,” Ma confirmed. “Had to keep tugging his shirt down to hide his buttcheeks. But I tied it up. He kept flashing everyone when he moved.”

Sejanus moaned into the armrest. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be digging my own grave behind the compost bin.”

Ma gave one final, stinging swat. “Oh, honey, you’re not compost yet. But you’re definitely cooked.”

Coriolanus wiped his eyes, still chuckling. “I’ll never see dish duty the same way again.”

Sejanus stayed limp, cheeks exposed, pride annihilated. And somewhere in the hallway, the Avoxes were probably still laughing.

The belt landed one final time, right across the tenderest, wettest part of his poor, punished bottom, and Sejanus let out a noise that could only be described as “dignity giving up.”

“Okay!” he gasped. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! I’m sorry I sass, I swear, I’ll wash every dish in this city if you just STOP!”

Ma let the belt rest at her side, smiling like she’d just finished gardening.

“Better,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. “Now let’s hear it properly.”

“Ughhhhhh,” Sejanus moaned, still bent limply over the armrest. “Do I have to—”

“Stand up. Face me. Pants off completely.”

“MA—”

“Now.”

With the slow-motion misery of a condemned man, Sejanus stood, his pants and underwear promptly pooling at his ankles, revealing his cherry-red, glowing bottom for the whole room once again. He stood there, pink and quivering, as Ma folded her arms.

“Well?” she prompted.

Sejanus gulped. “I’m sorry for being rude,” he mumbled.

“Louder.”

“I’m sorry for being rude!” he said with more volume and more defeat. “I’m sorry for hiding the brush, for swearing, and for sassing. And I’m sorry for saying your cooking tastes like soggy cardboard, because actually, it’s… very tasty.”

Ma gave him a nod of approval. “Apology accepted.”

“Does that mean I can pull up my—?”

“No.”

Sejanus whimpered.

“And just so we’re clear,” Ma said calmly, crossing her hands on her chest, “you’ll be spanked every day this week as a reminder.”

Sejanus gawked. “What?!”

“And until further notice,” she added, “you’re forbidden from wearing pants inside this house. If you misbehave again, I want your bare bottom immediately accessible for correction. Understood?”

Sejanus stared at her, jaw dropping. “So you want me to live here… with my ass out?! ”

Ma nodded sweetly. “Exactly. Bare-bottomed and on notice. Much easier that way. Spank first, ask questions later.”

Coriolanus tapped his fork thoughtfully. “Honestly, that sounds like an efficient system.”

“I HATE THIS FAMILY!” Sejanus cried dramatically, cake plate clattering.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ma said kindly, “the feeling is mutual when you’re bratty.”

“Maaaa,” Sejanus whined, but she once again ignored all the protests. 

“You may step out of your pants and go sit like a good boy. We’re having dessert.” She said.

“I have to—sit?!” he shrieked.

“You sass again, you won’t be sitting at all tonight,” she warned sweetly.

With shaking hands, he stepped out of his pants and underwear completely and waddled to the dining table, his red cheeks jiggling with each miserable step. He lowered himself so gently onto the edge of the chair, teeth clenched, tears in his eyes.

He winced.

He hissed.

He finally made contact with the chair and let out a full-body shudder of pain and humiliation.

Across the table, Coriolanus took another sip of tea, eyes practically sparkling with delight.

“You’ve never looked better,” he said with a grin.

“I hate you,” Sejanus muttered, reaching for a napkin to place between his scorched bottom and the chair.

“None of that, young man,” Ma said brightly, returning from the kitchen with a fresh plate. “Now. Tea?”

Sejanus nodded miserably.

“Good.” She poured the tea. “And cake?”

He nodded again.

“Wonderful. Because this is your favorite—lemon poppyseed. I thought you deserved something sweet after being so thoroughly punished.”

Coriolanus leaned in. “Oh, definitely deserved. Every bite hard-earned.”

“Speaking of which!” Ma clapped her hands as she sliced the cake. “Let me tell you, Coriolanus, this isn’t the first time Jay’s ended a dinner party bare-bottomed.”

Sejanus dropped his forehead to the table. “Please. Please. I just want to eat in silence.”

Ma ignored him completely, delivering his slice with the grace of a woman serving a king. “There was one time—he was twenty already—my book club came over and he tried to climb onto the roof to impress Mrs. Yuna’s granddaughter. Fell from that roof. Tore his pants clean across the seat. I gave him a good dozen right there on the porch.”

Coriolanus blinked. “Twenty, you said?”

“Oh yes,” Ma smiled proudly. “You should’ve seen him kicking! We had scones in one hand and switch in the other.”

Sejanus groaned into the tablecloth. “Why are you like this.”

“Oh, and another time—when he was nineteen and thought he could sneak out to a party. I caught him trying to climb back in through the kitchen window. He was grounded and spanked and had to make tea for all my bridge friends while in timeout.”

“You made me wear floral onesies!” Sejanus cried. “With an open bottom!”

“You looked darling,” she said. “All pink and pouty.”

Coriolanus wiped a tear from his eye. “This is the best dinner I’ve ever attended.”

“I hate you,” Sejanus hissed, shifting on the chair and wincing. 

“Oh hush,” Ma said, cutting another slice. “Eat your cake. And sit up straight — your bottom needs the discipline.”

Sejanus mumbled something dark under his breath, slowly nibbling on his cake with the pout of a boy who had been properly spanked.

And still… Ma wasn’t done telling stories. Not even close.

After the dinner finished, and Sejanus got some goodnight pats on his scorching bottom from his Ma, he went to his room with Coriolanus. 

Sejanus flopped face-down onto his bed with a grunt of pain and shame, arms outstretched like a fallen soldier. His freshly punished bottom throbbed with a pulsing burn that even the softest blanket couldn’t soothe. His cheeks were still pink — both sets — and his soul felt like it had been roasted, served, and garnished with lemon poppyseed cake.

“Don’t talk to me,” he mumbled into the pillow as Coriolanus gently closed the door behind them. “Don’t look at me. Don’t even think of me. I’ve died.”

“You’re not dead,” Coriolanus said with a soft laugh, walking over.

“Then I wish I was.”

Coriolanus sat down beside him on the edge of the bed. “Your Ma is… intense.”

“She’s a force of evil.”

“I thought she was kind of charming.”

Sejanus groaned into his blanket. “You saw my bare ass before you even saw me shirtless.”

Coriolanus smiled gently, brushing Sejanus’s hair away from his forehead. “It’s a very memorable way to start.”

“Ughhhh.” Sejanus rolled onto his side carefully, bottom still aching and glowing. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? You’ve now seen me spanked, scolded, paraded. It’s over. I’ll never be sexy again.”

Coriolanus leaned in and kissed his temple. “You’re sexy right now.”

“Liar.”

“Tragically sincere.”

Sejanus peered at him through narrowed eyes. “You didn’t… like, laugh too hard, did you?”

“I held it in as best I could,” Coriolanus said, lips twitching. “You made some very dramatic faces.”

“I’m going to push you out the window.”

“Can I rub ointment on your bottom first?”

Sejanus blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I brought it from the bathroom,” Coriolanus said casually, holding up the jar. “Figured you’d be too sore to reach.”

“I can do it myself.”

“I know. But… let me.”

Sejanus hesitated. His face flushed again — not from shame this time, but from something softer. Warmer. Slower.

“…Fine,” he mumbled, lying back on his stomach again. “But if you comment on it—”

“I won’t,” Coriolanus promised, dipping two fingers into the jar. “Scout’s honor.”

The moment the cool ointment touched his skin, Sejanus hissed. “Ooooh, God—okay, okay, you’re not wrong. That’s heavenly.”

“See?” Coriolanus murmured, gently smoothing it over each glowing cheek in slow, soothing circles. “You’ve got the softest skin.”

“That’s a comment.”

“It’s a compliment.”

Sejanus groaned. “Why is this weirdly romantic.”

“Because I care,” Coriolanus said simply, pressing a kiss to one burning cheek.

Sejanus yelped. “Did you just—?!”

“Shh.” Another kiss. This time lower, more deliberate. “Just let me take care of you.”

Sejanus’s body slowly relaxed, the humiliation melting under Coriolanus’s warm hands and whispered reassurances. Every careful touch soothed something raw — not just the sting, but the ache of having been seen.

Really seen.

Exposed and ridiculous and still… wanted.

“You’re not disgusted?” he mumbled into the pillow.

Coriolanus leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. “I’m completely obsessed.”

Sejanus smiled, sleepy and safe, for the first time that night.

“…Okay. But if you ever tell Ma we made out after she spanked me—”

“I’m taking it to my grave.”

“Good.”

“Also,” Coriolanus whispered, “I’m totally making you go butt naked in our house, when we get one.”

“GET OUT.”

They both laughed — and for once, Sejanus didn’t even mind that his bottom was still throbbing and red.