Role Models (ODSS)

World's Strictest Parent Part 3

Louis' POV

Mum took a closer look into Harry's situation with his mum. They're going to be staying with us now- it's for the best. I kicked back in my now permanently shared bedroom, and smiled at Harry. "This is kinda great. Now you can stay with us, and you've got your mum, and... it's good. Really good." He nodded and smiled back at me.

"I'm just a tad bit worried... what if I get another spanking?" I laughed loudly and shook my head.

"With my mum it isn't a if, it's a when. Since it's been about two weeks, I would unfortunately have to say pretty soon. Sorry mate." He groaned and flipped his hair dramatically.

"How come you never get in trouble?!" He whined, making his way over to my bed.

"Because I've been here a while. I know all the right pranks to pull, when to push and when to step back..." I ruffled his hair a little, and side-hugged him. "I just don't get in trouble all that much. And since you're going to be living here... now I can pin things on you!" Harry playfully punched me, and I hugged him tighter. I basically have a brother now, which is so excellent.

I heard a knock on the door, Harry invited the person to come in. Oi mate, what if I weren't wearing clothes? Our mums walked in, and I smiled even bigger at that. My mum became fast friends with Mrs. Styles, and they are getting on incredibly well. But by the look on mum's face, I have a feeling that things won't be going well for Harry and I in a matter of seconds. "Harry. Louis. Wasn't it your chores to do the dishes and clean the bathrooms today? And after you made a mess in the game room, wasn't it your job to clean it up? And if my memory isn't failing me, you were supposed to take everything from the van and put it where it needs to go! So," she clasped her hands together and cleared her throat, my heart sank, "that sounds like a someone A and a someone B are both about to have spankings and then finish up their chores."

I nodded respectfully, and stood up off my bed. Harry took the hint and stood up as well. "Annie, I'm going to show you how to spank Harry, so you can learn and be able to take over in the future. Louis, we've talked about the game room..." she held up an enema bag and raised her eyebrows at me. "I told you if you left it unclean one more time that something else was gonna get cleaned out. Up on your bed." Harry went off to the corner, and I climbed onto my bed, all fours.

"Actually Harry, I'd rather if you join your mum on your bed. Anne, hold him over your knee, and just practice that part for now, okay love?" My bum faced towards them so at least my front is sort of private... I felt mum's hands on my trousers, and I immediately got up to remove everything. It really has been a while... I removed my bottoms, blushing terribly, handed mum my glasses, and got back up on the bed.

"Why does he take his glasses off?" Mrs. Styles asked as I lowered onto my elbows.

"So he can feel free to cry if need be." Mum said, before pushing two pillows under my abdomen. I rested my hips down a little on them, and buried my head far into my elbows. Not my proudest moments. I felt my mum's hand on my bum, and spread my legs a little. "Good lad." She praised, before sliding the tube in. I stayed quiet, and whimpered when she flicked the switch.

I whined louder as I felt some discomfort as the water continued to fill me. "Ow... ow..." I whined, shifting around on the bed. The water climbed higher than I would've hoped it would have, and it continues to flow upwards. I reached a hand back and grabbed at my poor stomach. "Mum... please..." I know it's not her favorite when I beg, but this hurts, and I hate it. Maybe even more than a simple smacking.

"Shh Louis. Be quiet please. This is punishment, and you know the rules." I nodded in disdain, and tried to allow my stomach to expand. Rest assured, I have no control over the organ, and I can't make it feel better. I've got absolutely no control over my poor stomach, which is hurting even worse now. Suppose I did need this, but I hate it all the same... plus the fact that Anne and Harry are sitting over there, perhaps watching. That makes me uncomfortable, but I have no control over that either.