It was late, and his mom hadn’t called him all night. He checked in after they left Rodney’s, and she’d said that Marianna was doing fine, watching Mary Poppins for the millionth time. “We popped popcorn, and we’re settling in,” his mom’s high, feeble voice assured him. “You have a good time with your friends, and we’ll see you later.” So he’d gone, satisfied they didn’t need him to come home right away. The group’d had some drinks. Celia had been strangely quiet all night, and he almost regretted spanking her. Almost. He knew they needed a session for their viewers, and he also knew that as a submissive, getting spanked regularly would be satisfying to her. She’d been fully clothed. He would normally remove the jeans for a spanking, but that seemed like he’d be going down a road he wasn’t interested in. And even if he was okay with baring her, he’d never be okay with baring her ass for all the world to see. Not happening. Louanne and Celia had talked in hushed whispers, but Rodney was on top of the world.
