You decided you should get a little exercise. It was a nice day out, and there was a nice park only a block away. You slipped on some shoes and went on your way.
You walked around the perimeter of the park for a while, looking around. There were a few other people on walks or runs along the various paths, some kids playing on the small playground while parents watched lazily from the benches. The only activity somewhat out of the ordinary was the kids birthday party that seemed to be happening by the picnic tables. A gaggle of children ranging from babies to kindergarten age milled about laughing and playing with a group of adults trying to keep them somewhat contained.
You continued on your walk, just enjoying the day. But as you drew near to the birthday party, a small group of the kids broke free from the pack, running past you. A young mother came in hot pursuit as you watched, amused.
"Hey! Everybody back to the picnic tables! We're about to sing Henry Happy Birthday! Come on, guys!"
With reluctance, the kids began making their way back toward the party. You tried to continue on your way when suddenly a pair of tight jeans stepped in front of you, and you looked up into the stern face of the young mother, arms crossed above you. She had long brown hair done up in a ponytail and v-neck barely containing her breasts, propped up by her crossed arms to look even larger.
"I said everyone back to the picnic tables, lil guy," she said firmly.
You chuckled awkwardly. "Um, I'm not one of the children. I'm an adult."
"Sure you are. Come on, let's go!"
She reached a hand out for you to take, but you jumped back, attempting to dodge around her. She was too fast, however, arms darting out to scoop you up and prop you quickly on her hip.
"Put me down!" You yelled.
"Now now, keep it down young man or else I'll spank you! Don't think I won't just because you're not my child. Besides, don't you want some cake?"
She looked you over.
"Though actually, maybe you're a little young for cake. You shouldn't be running around with the older kids at your age, either."
You fumed.
"I'm not-"
The mother placed a firm finger over your lips, shutting you up as she tutted.
"Don't be so fussy! I'm serious about that spanking."
You were still furious at this woman, but you kept quiet at the thought of being spanked in public by some random mother. You would just wait to slip away once you got into the group.
The mother walked you over to the birthday party. What happens next?
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