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The past two weeks was a blur for twelve-year-old Mickey Snowlin. A blur of activity that he realised might have been a dream as he blinked his eyes and tried to focus on the room around him.
The young orphan went from being neglected and fighting for his life in the wild streets of Gulvag country to living in a beachside mansion and being pampered by the prettiest woman in the universe!
Hanna Snowlin was Starshine for half of Mickey's life. The Blonde blue-eyed galactic superhero in spandex far too tight to contain her figure. Little Mickey had a huuge crush on her from the moment she punched through an asteroid! He knew he wanted to meet her after that.
So the resourceful young man did, wrecking through the shoot of Starshine III- The Dark Continent so he could talk with her. A clever little mission from his memory. A day's worth of shooting from the director's perspective and two million credits worth of lost budget.
Mickey couldn't remember much about that first meeting other than the fact that Hanna was annoyed at him and felt he needed a good hard lesson from his mommy. He told her that he didn't have a mommy and she repeated her assessment and told him that he'd be getting one. Two weeks later he realised that she was talking about herself!
Their second meeting was yesterday which she ensured Mickey would remember vividly. At the place he now called home. Mickey was flown out of the country by Hanna's private secretary, newly minted Michael Snowlin.
She lived in the islands, thirty miles out of Gulvag's shores and in international waters, unencumbered by pesky things like taxes and laws. Hanna had an island all to herself and it was there she explained to a blushing boy what his new life would be like.
"You've met Rosie," Hanna told her new son who she noted with some amusement couldn't keep his eyes off her in her blue bikini. "She's Mommy's assistant and takes care of things for me. If you need anything and can't find me, you go to her."
Mickey just nodded along, his eyes fixed on her flat tummy making out the hints of her abs. He was still stroking his left cheek which a minute ago got the wettest sloppiest kiss on his life from his new mother.
"He's still starstruck," Rosie noted with amusement, getting him to blush.
"He has plenty of time to get used to us," Hanna replied fondly before leaning down to make eye contact. "But in the interest of speeding things up, we have to discuss your mischief ruining my shoot," she cupped his chin to bring him close and got a timid gulp out of the lad. "I distinctly remember telling you that you needed a good hard lesson from your mommy for that."
Mickey nodded fearfully at the tone. Starshine used that tone when she was about to kick some butt and Mickey had heard enough about the islands to know that it wasn't the kicking he should be worried about.
"Here on my island, there are rules," she explained softly. "Everyone is expected to follow the rules. If anyone, from my little Mickey to Rosey breaks my rules, Mommy will spank them," she spoke so plainly and matter-of-factly that Mickey's mouth dropped.
The boy instinctively turned to the pretty secretary who he could see was blushing. "Now Rosey had messed up your adoption filings on Monday, it's why you had to wait two extra days to fly over here," Hanna gave her piercing glare to the woman who nodded.
"Yes ma'am," Rose spoke in a timid voice, quite the opposite of the confident lady who made Mickey laugh with her jokes in the private jet!
"Take your belt off Rose and hand it to Mickey," Hanna ordered, getting up. "Mickey, Mommy's gonna be using that belt to whip your bottom once I'm done with Rosey," Hanna hummed as she strode towards the side cupboard.
"You get spanked too?" Mickey quickly went over to Rosey.
She just smiled. "You'll get kisses after, don't worry," she replied as she audibly pulled the thin black belt off her skirt's loops and folded it, giving it to Mickey.
"Didn't I give you three dozen with the cane yesterday?" Hanna asked the girl and Mickey was startled to see his new mommy was holding a wicked looking crooked cane.
"Yes ma'am. You promised a repeat once Mickey is safe in your arms," Rose replied, sliding her skirt down and leaving her in a garter belt with sheer skin coloured leggings. The boy was startled to realise she wasn't wearing any panties but noticed her cheeks were filled with plenty of faint pink stripes.
"Yes, I did say that," Hanna grinned at her son who watched his new mommy come over to pick him up! Mickey's brain overloaded with pleasant sensations, wamth and the nicest smell in existence and her lips once again on his cheeks. Mickey was short for his age and Hanna was an Amazonian in physique so she could easily carry him on her hips as if he was a toddler, he realised.
"Assume position, Rose," She ordered her assistant but kept eye contact with Mickey. In his hand was Rose's belt. "It was Rosey's job to bring you to me. Little boys need to be held safe in their Mommy's arms and that's something you will be getting used to. From this point, you are mine and mine alone."
Mickey gulped and nodded. Her gaze fell back to those perky upturned cheeks and Mickey learned just how hard Hanna spanked as she began striping the young woman's perfectly heart shaped bottom while still holding him as if he was just a teddy bear.
For the next ten minutes, Mickey had the most enviable vantage of the whole world! He watched his beautiful new mother cane her pretty assistant while being straddled on her hips. His soft cheeks resting against her chest, listening to her quick heartbeat as she took aim, watching her lips curl with enjoyment as she tapped her rump.
She looked just as powerful as Starshine! He felt each lash as his mother gave it, how she inhaled before pulling the cane back and the grunt at the strike. Hanna was quite an experienced disciplinarian, swishing the cane and scolding her throughout for not getting her boy in her arms sooner. Rose cried but Mickey noticed how submissive and obedient she was being, replying with a respectful 'yes ma'am' or no ma'am'. That more than anything let Mickey realise how much in charge Hanna was.
After about thirty-six licks, Hanna had Rosey kiss the cane before she put it away. She was so engrossed in Rosey's lesson she forgot she had her boy clinging to her."Ready for your lesson, little one?" She cooed.
Mickey was next, soon finding himself between her legs as she pulled his jeans and undies off. The boy was embarrassed by that. He tried to fuss but Hanna just pointed to Rosey and he realised a bare bottom wasn't something people on mommy's island was embarrassed about.
She scolded him, explaining how much money his antics caused the production team and that as the producer, it was Hanna's money. He apologised tearfully before he found himself bent over her smooth lap and his spanking began.
Just ten seconds in Hanna realised how much she liked to spank Mickey with her hand. He was small for his age, a perfect fit for her lap! Compared to the staff, this was different. She just loved the intimacy. Each slap of his bubbly buns just reenforced the idea that he was hers. Not a stranger, not a boy she found who would awkward around her. She wanted to be his mother and she wanted to establish that role from the first hour on.
For the boy, it was conflicting emotions. He hated the pain, hated how hard mommy spanked and how sore she made him with just her hand. Every inch of his butt to his thighs was red by the time she was done and had him bent over for thirty with the belt. That part especially had him bawling like a baby and left him with a well-striped backside!
But after that was done and after she let him cry into her for close to thirty minutes, once he could focus on her loving words... Mickey felt like he truly was *hers*. A feeling of being loved wanted. He felt small in her strong powerful arms but small was good for the first time in his life, not a weakness as it was fighting older teens. And her kisses! Her lips were so soft and so were her hugs, warm and tender!
She held the boy for most of the day, carrying him around a lot and before a yummy lunch she gave him lotion on his sore bottom. She played with him, they watched a movie together and she tucked him into bed where she held him till he fell asleep, listening to her heartbeat.
That was nine hours ago. Mickey had woken up. It still felt like a dream but the boy realised he was laying in a silk bed wearing a cute pastel green pyjama set. His heart fluttered. Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe he did end up being adopted by the prettiest woman in the world.
"Good morning baby!" Her voice wasn't a dream! He turned happily to watch Hanna bounce over to him, to kiss him once more.
"Morning Mom-" Mickey began but words froze in his mouth once he saw a heavy hairbrush in her hand.
"You didn't think I'll be done after just a single spanking for ruining the shoot, did you?" Hanna smacked her bare thigh with the brush. "Mommy's gonna have you over my knee once per day for a month."
Mickey gulped. In two weeks he went from an orphan to being the son of the prettiest woman in the world. He was learning exactly what that meant.