Mysterious Ways [F/m]

Grace Brackenridge

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(c)2007 by Grace Brackenridge
[1,080 words]

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This is a work of fact and fiction. The author does
not in any way endorse the spanking of real children
in real life.
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"Pee!" insisted Virginia Bruster, with stick in hand
and her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the green
floor tile.

Clad only in his tee shirt and socks, 7-year-old Caleb
stood weeping softly, one trembling hand holding his
little penis over the toilet bowl and the other
sucking his thumb.

"I can't, Mommy. I try, but I can't."

"Why not?" she asked crossly. "I will not abide
another accident, young man."

"Cuz I'm scared," he said turning, looking up
fearfully at the 18-inch long dowel his mother held.

Painted white, the half-inch dowel served as Virginia
Bruster's proverbial rod of correction.

Quintessentially Proverbial, for the rod hung from a
leather string under a wall plaque that declared, "The
rod of correction imparts wisdom, but a child left to
himself disgraces his mother (Prov. 29:15)."

"Okay, Mommy is putting the rod of correction away,"
she said, putting it inside the shower stall and
pulling the plastic curtain shut. "Now pee."

"No spanking?"

"No spanking."

Visibly relieved, Caleb began to tinkle into the
toilet bowl, the flow increasing until a steady stream
flowed. It then returned to a trickle and a drip.

"Caleb," said his mother after he dabbed the end of
his penis with a square of toilet paper and flushed
the toilet like he was supposed to, "a falsehood from
a child's mouth displeases God. It displeases Jesus."

The boy began to weep again as his mother grasped him
behind the neck while she turned on the tap in the
sink.

"Your mouth is profane so we must cleanse it," she
declared, picking up the soap stick from the counter.

Virginia had used an electric knife to slice a
family-sized giant bar of Ivory soap lengthwise,
yielding three long sticks.

Wearing rubber gloves so she could stand the steaming
hot water from the tap, Virginia had stroked the soap
sticks up and down like albino erections to bevel the
edges and end, making them round. Virginia used her
Ivory soap sticks to correct both swearing and lies.

Now Virginia forced Caleb forward so his face and
mouth were over the sink.

"Open!" she commanded, firmly slapping the child
across the back of his head when he gritted his teeth.

Virginia slid the Ivory phallus back and forth inside
the boy's mouth, pushing it deep every four or five
strokes to make Caleb gag, an act of Biblical fellatio
performed by a Christian mother upon her son, in
accordance with her understanding of the Bible.

Of course, the soap stick never ejaculated, but Caleb
gagged as if it had.

Virginia held Caleb's head down deep into the washbowl
until he stopped choking and spitting.

She then allowed the boy to rinse with a glass of warm
water.

Virginia knelt down and asked, "Why did Mommy cleanse
your mouth?"

"Cuz I told a lie."

"Yes," nodded Virginia, "and God does not want His
children to lie. Falsehoods profane the mouth. God
commands that the sin of falsehood be corrected with a
cleansing of the mouth."

Virginia had never actually read chapter and verse
that told her to soap her son's mouth, but she was
certain it was in there somewhere, between Genesis and
Revelation.

"Does your mouth feel better now, Caleb? Now that the
falsehood has been washed away?"

The boy nodded vigorously, "Yes, Mommy."

The child knew the correct answer to that.

"Now, Caleb, Mommy must do one more thing, because God
commands it."

Virginia took Caleb by the arm a few steps to the
shower stall to retrieve her rod of correction.

"No! No! NO!" wailed the terrified child when he
realized he would be whipped after all.

With the ease that comes with practice, Virginia sat
on the toilet seat propelled the boy bare bottom up
over her lap...