Mommy?

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Mommy spent the next month pampering me, and I couldn't say I minded.

I greatly enjoyed being hand fed and cuddled constantly and staying at delilahs 24/7. She even took me to work with her every time she went, which turned out to be very boring after a while, but she refused to leave me home, which is, in all honesty, becoming a bother, but it's totally worth it.

"Baby boy! I'm about to make dinner, what do you want?" She smiles as she come into the living room and rubs her hands through my hair as I sit on the couch watching cartoons.

"Can we please get pizza mommy?" I ask as I look up at her innocently.

"Babe..." she sighs. She also has a hard time telling me no.

"Please mommy?" I pout.

"We're supposed to save takeout for the weekend, cutie pie." She smiles gently.

"Mommmyyyyy..." I whine.

"If we get pizza tonight we're not getting it on the weekend. And I'm still gonna make you eat your fruits and veggies."

"No! I don't like veggies!" I protest, and she tugs my hair lightly.

"Don't be a brat, now, or we're eating chicken caesar salad for dinner."

"No!" I shout.

"Luke!" She scolds, giving me an intimidating mommy look. "Behave yourself! Just because mommy spoils you doesn't mean you can act like a little brat, mommy will still give your spoiled rotten butt a spanking." She threatens, and I don't believe her for a second, because she makes that empty threat all the time, but I'm still intimidated.

"No you won't." I say in a daring voice. She raises an eyebrow and I shrink back, looking at my lap, but she tugs my hair up so I have to look at her.

"Oh no, don't get shy now mister, you're the one who wanted to go taunting mommy."

"M'sorry..." I mutter, staring into her lustful green eyes.

"Did you just want spankings? Are you trying to be mommys naughty boy?" She asks in a teasing time that makes a tent in my sweatpants as I whimper.

"Yes mommy." I whisper. She leans down, lips hovering over mine as m eyes flutter closed. She lays a gentle peck to my lips before standing back up and going back t the kitchen as my eyes widen and I pout.

"What are you doing?!" I whine.

"I'm ordering pizza."

"But mommy! You made me... you made..." I pout angrily.

"You're being naughty. You don't deserve playtime."

"Meanie!"

"Youre only digging your hole deeper." She says as she puts the phone to her ear.

"Meanie! Meanie mommy!"

"Yes I'd like a large pepperoni pizza-"

"Mean mommy!" I shout.

"Luke I will put a cage on you, behave!" She says, the phone still to her ear. My eyes widen and I stand and scurry into mommy room blushing.

I listen as she apologizes and continues ordering, then hangs up.

I lay on the bed on my tummy with my head under a pillow as mommy comes in the room.