After hearing the tone of Harriet's voice you doubt you could move even if you wanted to. You just stand there frozen on the spot in a panic you've not felt since you were 16 and your own mother found you internet history.
About thirty seconds later Harriet instead comes to you. She bursts into the room without knocking. "When I ask you to come to me I expect you to do it."
"I..." you start to stutter.
"What's wrong Mom?" Stephanie helps you out.
"He's peed all over the floor." her mother explains.
"Oh." Stephanie appears unsurprised. "I'm sorry about this Mom." she looks at you disappointing.
"It's not your fault." Harriet reassures her daughter. "You warned me about his little problem, and him not putting the seat down."
You look at the two women, unable to think of what to say. Sure, your aim isn't always perfect but this seems like an overreaction.
"Don't worry." she says. "When you told me about Daniel's trouble using the toilet I made sure I was prepared. He just didn't learn properly the first time he way potty-trained and we'll have to start over.
"What?" you manage to ask.
"But first he needs to learn some respect." Without warning, she reaches out and begins unfastening your jeans. Before you can react they are around your ankles and she is leading you to the bed. "We'll start with a spanking"
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