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Long Time Coming Ch. 02

By: Bruno1027



This story is not textbook bdsm. There are no chains, whips, blindfold or leather. Instead it's about loving emotional control, which I find more intriquing. It may not be to the taste of some bdsm purists as it offers a different form of control.

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Neither of them addressed but it was obvious there was a change in their relationship. They were warmer, more comfortable with each other and Megan felt more protective of him. Sex was frequent and more gratifying than usual. Nightly he clung to her, feasting on her body and she took him into her, guiding and pacing him. Regularly they awoke clinging to each other, the sheets twisted into a vortex around them. 

He felt better when he was naked around her and she enjoyed watching him. She smiled to herself at the sight of his cute butt and his swinging cock as he walked unbidden through their apartment. Often, upon returning home, she'd shed all but her panties and bra and spend the evening that way, touching, stroking and playing. They had reached an intimate point in their lives and both of them wanted to cherish it.

Megan found herself falling into her maternal role without even realizing it. When he was late or stayed in bed longer than he should, she scolded. When he didn't do well in his studies she spanked him. Though he didn't enjoy it, both agreed that it was necessary and he never complained or resisted, which surprised her. Soon she began taking on tasks without realizing it. She washed his clothes and sometimes even chose what he wore in the morning. He was happiest in white cotton briefs and every other week she would take him shopping where together they would buy several new pairs for him to wear. 

They were a sight, the older woman, leading her younger charge by the hand through the mall. Mothers of young children would give her a wink and a nod, bonding through the nurturing maternal instinct all women share. Troy was on his best behavior then, aware that she would scold him openly if he were to cross her. Though she oftentimes threatened him with a spanking in public, he had never given her a reason to do so. Just the thought mortified him. The image of being punished in front of the knowing eyes of the salesladies at the cosmetics counter and overworked housewives was enough to keep him silent and amicable. 

They enjoyed a loving, full life together, which is why Megan put her life on hold when Troy became sick. It didn't seem like much at first, just a sore throat and an occasional sniffle, but it soon grew into more. He labored through the day, becoming too tired to do anything but sleep when he returned home. His muscles ached and a headache made him irritable. Normally talking back would be cause for a spanking but when he snapped at her at the dinner table over something trivial Megan knew his condition was to blame and let it pass. She put him to bed early that evening, with the promise that they'd see a doctor come morning. 

He stayed in bed longer than usual the next morning and Megan, after pulling the sheets off the bed, turning on the lights and opening the windows, had to threaten him with a spanking before he got out of bed. As she applied her makeup, she watched him behind the shower curtain. Each moment with him was a blessing. He had a beautiful body, was sweet, loving and smart. Lowering her eyes to his crotch, her body reacted. In addition to all that he was well hung and the best lover she'd ever had. He was a quick learner in that department, impressing her with his knowledge of her body and pleasing her without fail each night they spent together. 

She loved to mother him and was thankful he'd brought that hidden side of her out. He was very much a child; petulant, rebellious at times aggravating and, like a child, she couldn't resist when he cuddled up to her begging for forgiveness. 

Soon she walked into the doctor's office with him in tow. As he stood nervous and uncomfortable she signed him in and led him to the waiting room. Commanding him to sit, she left. 

He looked about him at the highlights magazine on the chair next to him. On the wall hung a brightly painted picture of a clown with a balloon. A small child played with toy cars in the corner of the room. Had she taken him to a pediatrician? 

Before he could grow upset Megan returned with a smaller blonde haired woman. She wore the starched white dress of a nurse and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Megan introduced her as Dr. Cataldo. 

"We were roommates in college, isn't that right doctor?"

She smiled, "Good to see you again, Megan." Gesturing toward Troy she asked, "Is he yours?"

"Yes, my sweet baby feels a little sick. Why don't we see what's wrong with him."

Troy took her outstretched hand and followed the two women into the examining room. The clown motif made its way back to this room, joined by a parade of happy lions, tigers and giraffes. Pink elephants frolicked on the stiff paper covering the exam table. He wanted to say something to Megan, maybe ask that they find an adult doctor but he knew it was a bad idea. It was sure to upset her. He didn't want the possibility of being scolded or, even worse, spanked today. He just wanted to be finished so when the doctor ordered him to strip he meekly obeyed.

When he stepped out of his jeans he stopped. Dr. Cataldo looked him over in his fresh white briefs. "Everything, please." Troy felt himself blush but turned and slowly reached for the waistband. 

"Can't he keep those on?" Megan offered.

Her friend sighed, "Fine." She looked over at her. "Why are boys so timid?" 

Megan smiled back, "It's in their nature. Two beautiful women, you can see why he'd be scared. Even now he's hiding himself."

That he was. Unconsciously, Troy covered himself, his arms crossed over the bulge in his underwear. He looked down at his bare feet, ashamed. 

"Such a sweet boy. You have nothing to be afraid of, honey," Megan said. 

The doctor began the usual regimen. As Megan watched she tested his reflexes with a tiny rubber hammer, peeked inside his ears with a light and held down his tongue to check his tonsils. The end of the stethoscope was cold against his bare back when she checked his breathing. Urging him to take deep breaths, she placed it at several points on his body. Meanwhile she talked with Megan about the past. The two women were very comfortable with each other and seemed happy to reminisce again. 

"Where did you meet this one?" asked the doctor.

"Oh, funny story, Andrea. I was grocery shopping and he just followed me around, too shy to come up and say hi. Finally I surprised him as he was turning the corner of the bread aisle and introduced myself."

"That's so cute. Boys can be such a handful." Looking up from her work, she told his girlfriend she needed his underpants off now. "I know it's hard but I can't continue with them on. Tell him to be good and do as I say." 

Megan turned to Troy. "Did you hear that baby? We need you to take your undies off. Be a good boy and do what the doctor tells you. I know you're shy and don't want her to see your wee wee but she has to."

Troy looked pleadingly at her. His eyes were wide, like a frightened animal. He knew it was inevitable but held a small hope that she would forget and he could go home with his dignity intact. No such luck.

Her voice rose. "You mind me, Troy. You do as I say and pull down your undies now. You don't want me to come over there and do it for you. I'll spank your little bottom right in front of Dr. Cataldo. Won't that be embarrassing?"

With a pout he leaned back, slipped his fingers along his sides and into his waistband and slid them down his body. Blushing fire engine red, he looked away from them, out the window to the parking lot. Dr. Cataldo held the briefs at his ankles and helped free them from his body. He was completely exposed now. The air in the room was cool against his penis and he felt it begin to shrink from the exposure. For some moments the room was silent, both women eyeing his bared genitals. 

Dr. Cataldo left off her gloves to give him some reassurance, aware that a boy's testicles always responded to warm skin better than sterile latex. The shaft of his penis lay limply over his scrotum and with a delicate touch, she gently lifted it and placed it aside. His balls were open to her now and, with the learned touch of a medical professional, she slowly prodded and rolled them in her soft fingers, searching for any abnormalities.

"You must do this a lot," joked Megan. "All in a day's work."

"Of course," answered her friend, involved in her inspection. "Sometimes it can take it out of you. Boys are such tender creatures. They always seem to put up a fuss." She hefted the weight of his balls on her two front fingers. "Their testicles are so precious to them, they always get nervous when a woman comes near that area."

"What do they think we'll do, hurt them?" 

She sighed sweetly. "You'd be surprised. Too many boys are used to girls playing with them. It's natural curiosity, I suppose. Girls don't realize how tender young boys are there. They end up hurting them, not only physically but also emotionally. A growing boy never forgets the pain he feels from there."

Megan stood by his head now and gently stroked his cheek. He was flushed in shame and kept himself turned away from her. "That's so sad," she said. "Poor little boys."

"It's a part of growing up," said Dr. Cataldo. "Boys grow to learn a natural nervousness of the opposite sex and what they are capable of. It's kind of endearing in a way." 

They both chuckled, which frightened him though he felt slightly comforted by the feeling of her fingers prodding and touching him. To his horror, he began to become aroused. The doctor noticed and nodded to his girlfriend. They said nothing but continued to speak, adding to his discomfort.

"I've seen all types," continued Dr. Cataldo. "Loud, obnoxious boys who grow quiet, even tear up when their nappies are pulled down, soft, delicate boys turn rose red when a woman touches them, even the rebellious children that try to fight it and wait you out. It never works."

"What happens then?" asked Megan, now visibly intriqued.

"I give them a stern talking to, sometimes I end up calling in their mommies to deal with them if I'm not in the mood."

"And then what? They get spanked, right?"

Dr. Cataldo smiled weakly at this. "Unfortunately no. I've never had a child spanked in my office. I'm not against it. In fact I think all boys can do with a woman's hand punishing their bottom every once in a while, I've just never had a woman in my office that thought to discipline her child that way."

"Pity," said his girlfriend. "Boys need that guidance. They need the attention." Her fingers stroked through his hair lovingly. They both looked at him with radiant smiles. He could hold their eyes for only a moment before turning away. 

The doctor was openly handling his penis now. It rested in the enclosed palm of her hand, where she studied and squeezed it lovingly. "How often does he masturbate?"

Megan looked put off. "Not at all," she paused, slightly shocked. "I don't let him."

Her friend was sympathetic. "All boys need a release now and then. It's healthy and their bodies demand it. Besides," she said, looking him in the eyes, "we don't want gooey sheets from wet dreams, do we?"

He couldn't speak if he tried. Her hand was soft and warm between his legs yet he had never been more embarrassed. Despite his discomfort, he was fully erect.

"I would recommend you give him some private time to take care of his body's urges. If he refuses, spank him and send him to his room to do the task. You may want to supervise if you think he'll disobey." Megan nodded, listening to her friend's advice and she continued. "Boys always cling to masturbation as their last vestige of control. They believe their orgasm is theirs and many fight against being ordered to do so. They like to think they have enough control that they can decide when to play with themselves."

Her touch felt wonderful. Though he was hard, Dr. Cataldo made no mention of it. Her hand slid easily up his shaft. 

"He used to have a problem with that," Megan offered. "When we first started dating he seemed more interested in his hand than me. It hurt me at first until I realized that's natural for a boy. Many of them never get past their infantile exploratory stage." 

The doctor nodded. "It's too easy for them to get pleasure that way. He begins to prefer that to the warm body of a woman." Troy blushed; he recognized his own actions in their words while the soothing touch of her hand kept him silent. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing his check up was over, that he was away, at home in bed and this was all a dream but he knew it wasn't. The two women talked about him pointedly as if he wasn't there. 

"That was exactly what happened," relayed Megan. "Our sex was becoming so routine. I could almost set my watch by it." She sighed. "I knew what he was doing but I figured it was his own business. He's generally a good boy and if he has a few spurts on his own that's his business, I thought." 

By now a thick droplet of precome appeared on the tip of his shaft. It coated the doctor's hand and she stopped touching him to looked at the wet spot as if irritated. Then, slowly, she centered her palm on the very tip and rotated on him, as if turning a dial. The sensation caused him to squirm. Both ladies watched happily. 

She continued where his girlfriend left off. "That's the permissive attitude these days. Wives feel it's none of their business if their husband sneaks down to the basement to watch porn or jacks off when he thinks she's asleep. It's behavior like that that can ruin a relationship. The smart woman doesn't put up with it. She lets him know up front that such behavior won't be tolerated. It deadens his libido."

Megan stood up for herself. "That's exactly what I did. I snuck in one night when he thought I was out with friends and I caught him in the act. There was nothing he could say, no excuse he could make. He was beating off trying to make himself come. I thought it was cute, really. I enjoyed watching him but I knew I couldn't let it happen. As his woman, his body is mine and allowing him to come whenever he likes will only make him more disobedient."

"Boys get very indolent when they play with themselves," added the doctor.

"Yes. He was already becoming so. Our sex was unsatisfying and ended too quickly. He liked to be on top of me but always came too quickly, his penis would barely be inside me before he popped off. I think it was because I'd been so frustrated lately, that I didn't want to see him feel the satisfaction I was being denied. I knew what I had to do."

Troy lay back, trying to block out the sound of his girlfriend's voice. Relaying this story in front of another woman was humiliating. Still, the feel of the soft hand on his shaft was gratifying. He couldn't help but moan. 

"That night we had a long talk. I told him I didn't approve of his masturbating and that doing so was disrespectful towards me. He was my boy, I said, and I have to help him grow to be a good man. No woman wants her man to be a masturbator. She wants a real lover." 

Her friend nodded.

"As he always is when in trouble, he listened and agreed with everything I said. He was sorry that he played with himself, and promised not to do it again. Of course I didn't believe him- it's the nature of boys to be masturbatory- but I let him off with a warning of a spanking if he didn't mind me."

"And he's kept his hands off himself since?" the doctor asked. "He has good willpower. You should be proud."

"Not necessarily," offered his girlfriend. "I suspected he kept up the practice and I caught him again a week later in the shower. Apparently he got carried away soaping up his wee wee, didn't you baby?" She leaned down and kissed his cheek. He was turned away to the wall, gritting his teeth and blushing a bright red. "So, I did what any good woman would do in such a situation- I pulled back the shower curtain, dragged him to the bedroom, put him against the wall and applied his own belt to his dripping, soapy wet behind." The doctor nodded approvingly. "The carpet got all wet and I spent half an hour cleaning it but it was better than being sent to bed on your tummy, still soaking wet, like one very sorry boy." She mussed his hair playfully. "You learned your lesson that day, didn't you baby?"

Dr. Cataldo was lost in thought, imagining the grown man in front of her being treated like a misbehaving boy. The image of his cute butt, wet and shiny from the shower, receiving the belt from his stern girlfriend, caused her nipples to tighten. "A shower spanking always gets the best results. Boys don't like being pulled from the warm water of a shower to face an angry belt against their backside," she said.

"That's very true," agreed Megan. "He was crying like a baby moments into his whipping. I almost stopped it right then, poor thing, but I steeled myself and punished him as I was supposed to. He needed it. I couldn't call myself his girlfriend if I didn't punish him appropriately."

The doctor returned to her task, laying his penis back against her hand. He was almost completely stiff and she was impressed with his endurance. "Sometimes you may want to milk him," she advised. "It's a good reward and keeps him healthy and happy." Squeezing him playfully, she added, "It also makes him very loving. He begins to see you as his outlet for physical relief and is much easier to control. A woman's soft hands stroking him until he spurts is a very emotional thing for a boy. You become the focus of his life. He sees you as the most loving, tender, sweet woman he's ever known. He becomes softer towards you, only wanting to please. Make no mistake," she said, the flat of her thumb caressing the smooth fullness of his cockhead, "Treating a boy in such a way puts him in a very intimate place. It will be something he doesn't soon forget."

Megan was amazed. In the short time he has been with the doctor she had already noticed a change. Despite his recent petulance, he was quiet and soft, allowing the doctor to examine him in places that he was usually too shy to show anyone. His squirming was expected but the sound of the soft gasps of pleasure he made as the doctor toyed with him caused her heart to flutter. It was such a heartwarming scene. 

"So I should jack him off?" 

"I wouldn't use such a crude term," corrected the doctor. "Jacking off is something dirty boys do to themselves. I prefer to use the term 'milking' when you reward him with a nice release." She smiled at her friend. "That's what it is, really. Milking them of their necessary juices. Milking their boycome from their bodies." She ran the tip of her index finger along the underside of his penis, on his urethra. "This feels very good. Boys love when a woman touches them this way." Troy's thighs opened and he sighed quietly. Megan could see the effect it was having on him. With the other hand, the doctor massaged the sides of his shaft with her fingers. "This preps him for a good come. It awakens the feeling in his penis and heightens his sensitivity. For some boys it's too much and they can't stand more than a few seconds of this treatment." As she looked down at him, Megan saw she was right. His eyes still closed, he turned to face the ceiling. 

"When he's as full as he gets," she continued, "You'll want to slow your touch. Lets it glide along his penis. Appreciate it for what it is." She was focused on the motions now, and talked openly, as if they were the only two people in the room. "He's your boy so familiarize yourself with his equipment. A boy's self esteem is rooted in his penis. Let him know how special it, and subsequently he, is to you. Some boys are larger than others but you should always tell them how wonderful it is, even if you think he's less than adequate." She held it up for both of them to see. "Troy was blessed with a large penis, unlike many boys. In fact, it's quite attractive. I'm sure you're proud of it. Let him know you are. Boys love that."


Long Time Coming Ch. 02



The elevator stopped at their floor. The maid greeted them as they exited. Shonda’s room was across the hallway from Tyler’s. The bellman was even more confused when he saw they had separate rooms. Tyler walked into Shonda’s room and had the bags off before the bellman could blink.  Tyler told Shonda that he would call her in a few moments after he freshened up. The bellman wheeled the cart out of her room and across the hallway to Tyler’s. After they walked in the room, Tyler figured that he would have that little chat with him. There was no time like the present.

	Tyler told the young man that he was in a position to hear and see a lot of things. There was a responsibility to keep his personal reactions just that, personal. After talking with him for a moment, Tyler learned that the bellman wanted to move up, but the openings weren’t there. Tyler asked him what type of work he wanted to do. The bellman told him that he wanted to use his organizational skills to help him move up. Tyler asked him if he thought that the butler’s position was one that he could handle. He said that it was. It seemed to Tyler that it was a golden opportunity. They parted and he told Tyler that if he needed anything to let him know. Tyler told him that if you do a good job, maybe they’ll add you to the butler corps.

	Tyler unpacked and jumped into the shower. He needed to hurry up because he told Shonda that it would only be a few minutes. The hot water soothed his aching muscles and Tyler made a mental note to get a massage soon. He had been spending entirely too much time at work and he was very tense. He got cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable. Tyler liked clothes and had a decent wardrobe that was contemporary. He wore a pair of black slacks and a silk pullover sweater. It was nice, but not too showy. He reached over to dial Shonda’s room to let her know that he was ready.










	Before he could pick up the phone, there was a soft knock at the door. Tyler walked over and looked out the peephole. He couldn’t believe his eyes….he had no idea that he would be seeing this! It was Shonda…but then again it wasn’t. She was dressed in a silk pant suit that was snug, but not too snug. Her hair was pinned up in the back a little. She had a white top on that hung across her chest in an alluring sense. There was a black lace choker with a diamond hanging across her dainty neck. She looked totally different than he remembered her. He opened the door and tried to hide his surprise. Evidently he didn’t do a good job, because Shonda told him that it wasn’t nice to stare. Then she smiled brightly, letting him know that everything was ok.

	Then Tyler noticed that she was staring too. It had been a long time since she saw him and he was not the same as he was in high school. There was a certain air of confidence about him. She didn’t think he was conceited, but she realized that he was very sure of himself. She liked that in a man, but there had to be the right amount of confidence. Too much made him cocky and that wasn’t cool either. He had filled out a little and was in much better shape than before. He wasn’t muscle-bound, but you knew that he knew his way around a gym.

	Tyler stepped outside and closed the door behind him. It was interesting once you thought about it. There was an attraction there, but Tyler wanted to watch himself. Many a man had messed up a good thing by not reading the signals that women give off. What some men think is permission to jump in the bed is nothing more than attraction. Tyler didn’t want to make a mistake. He would wait things out with her. It was much better to have her as a friend than as an enemy.

	Meanwhile, Shonda was thinking similar thoughts in her head as well. She wasn’t happy right now, but she refused to settle for less than what she deserved. That’s how a lot of women end up in dead-end situations. She refused to do that. She had come too far and accomplished too much to throw it all away by hooking up with someone with no future. There were some good brothers out there, but they al seemed to be playas and stuck on themselves. Shonda just wanted a good man who could put it down in the bedroom when needed. 

	Damn, where did that come from? Shonda, you need to get a grip, girl. You can’t be thinking like that! It ain’t right! Sure, he’s fine as hell but you don’t know anything about this man. You haven’t seen him in years.

	All of those thoughts flowed through Shonda’s brain as they walked towards the bank of elevators. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word. He walked slightly to her right side and ahead of her by a foot or so. When they approached the area directly in front of the elevator, the bellman was there clad in a different jacket than before. Apparently, he was a go-getter after all. He glided effortlessly to the bank of elevators and greeted them. His demeanor was much more professional than his earlier encounter. The maid for the floor was also there and she asked Shonda if there were any special needs for the weekend. She apologized for not greeting her earlier, but she was downstairs preparing a special package.  

	Shonda told her that she would let her know if she needed anything. The butler shook Tyler’s hand as he entered the elevator and told him that he was at his disposal for the duration of the weekend. The young buck even had the slight accent of a prep-school graduate now. Tyler smiled inwardly. It was funny what happened when people received a little guidance now and then. He might turn out okay after all. It was as though the youngster had changed into a different person.

	The elevator ride seemed to take forever and they rode down in silence. Tyler was thinking about making a good impression, but he was also thinking about that body! Shonda was a knockout and then some. There was definitely a classy lady, but she looked like she was ready to get her freak on!



Long Time Coming Ch. 02



Unknown to the women, tears started to collect in Troy's eyes. He felt his penis stiffen from her words, despite the clinical tone. It seemed to make her more attractive in his eyes. Being treated so immaturely opened something deep within him he'd kept hidden for far too long. He'd been fighting the new direction his relationship had been taking with his girlfriend but he couldn't deny that it appealed to him. He loved Megan, always had since the moment they met, but he knew he often felt intimidated by her. He was shy when they first met, afraid he would say something wrong or she would laugh at him. Throughout their time together he had always been afraid he wasn't good enough for her and she kept him around for entertainment. Now, with the scoldings and the spankings, he felt more at ease. She nurtured him and he felt protected by her. Together he could let go of his anxieties and just let her take care of him. It was obvious she loved him and her actions proved that to him now. Because of her treatment, he no longer worried about her accepting him. It was familiar to him, and took him back to that time of childhood where his greatest fear was a bare bottomed spanking from his mother. 

The two ladies continued discussing the proper techniques for milking a boy. By now the doctor changed techniques. "You'll want to go from the sides of his shaft to encircling your thumb and forefinger around the base like this," Dr. Cataldo demonstrated. "The part of his shaft that rests inside the body and just above the balls never gets any attention. Boys never really learn how to play with themselves, they don't have the patience to learn so us women have to show them." She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the area and moved her wrist so the tender flesh beneath was stimulated. She finished each touch with a slight upward motion. "Like this, see?" Megan knelt by her friend now, examining her boy's parts in closer detail than she ever had before. She was surprised how much she didn't know about the secret parts of boys. There was so much about them she wanted to learn. They were mysterious creatures.

Troy, no longer able to maintain his dignity, was moaning openly now. The women ignored him, preferring to concentrate on the task at hand. He could feel his orgasm approaching slowly. It began in his lower belly as a slight tickle then traveled further down as a wave slowly growing in warmth. He couldn't help but groan with each practiced touch of the doctor's gentle hand. 

"Boys have two very tender spots here," the doctor showed his girlfriend, allowing her a good look at the base of his shaft, just above his balls. "On either side of his urethra, at the very top of his scrotum, take your thumb and forefinger and very gently press and rotate in a circular motion." She demonstrated the action and, as if to prove her point, Troy moaned and rotated his bottom beneath her.

"I see he likes that," Megan giggled. "So cute." Then, remembering herself, she told her friend, "He's not due, don't let him spurt."

The hand encircling his most tender area felt heavenly to Troy. He shook and writhed beneath the two women; looking forward to his much needed release. He could feel his seed flow through his balls, bringing a pleasant feeling throughout his body. It filled his length, awaiting the last moment before it would erupt forcefully from the tip of his starved prick.

Then, just as his girlfriend finished speaking, the doctor released him and addressed her. "What you say goes." The sudden removal of her warm touch brought a feeling of great loss to the boy. He felt rejected and, though he did his best to fight the tears, he began crying. Neither of the women noticed as he faced away from both of them. It wasn't so much the physical sensation he mourned; it was the emotional need he had grown for her affection. It was the only relief he felt, being naked and examined as he was. Now he couldn't hide himself. He was a sad, naked and visibly excited boy in the presence of two women that did nothing but frustrate his emotions. 

With a calming hand on his open thigh, the doctor ordered him to roll over. He was thankful for the slight modesty this afforded him and did so without a fuss. Pulling a thermometer out of her coat pocket, she swabbed it liberally with Vaseline. Megan was at his side, resting her hand on the left bottom cheek protectively. 

The doctor held open the cheeks of his bottom with one hand and slowly inserted the instrument into his backside. He groaned as it touched his anus but after his girlfriend consoled him by petting him on the neck and back, he laid still. The bulb of the thermometer slid into his passage and the doctor slowly eased the rest into him. "Just lie still," the doctor instructed. 

The two women talked openly now. Both rested a hand on a cheek of his bottom while his girlfriend used the time to continue the serene stroking on his bare backside. Though it was his least favorite, Troy knew this was the final stage of his examination. Despite his nudity and his rear end presented just below the view of the women, they paid little attention to him, instead discussing the time they spent together in college. A great feeling of peace overtook him and he closed his eyes and rested on the stiff paper of the examination table. He drifted off and may have napped, though he wasn't sure. 

He felt the thermometer slip out and back into his hole. As it penetrated him the doctor corkscrewed it to make it easier for his body to accept. "Not ready yet," she commented to her friend. "Another minute to so." Their hands rubbed him playfully. "I must say Megan," she continued. "He is a darling boy. You're very lucky. He'll grow to be a handsome man."

Megan was proud to hear such words coming from one of her closest friends. Throughout the time they'd known each other she rarely approved of any of her boyfriends and such a compliment meant the world to her. 

"You are really are very good to him," her friend continued. 

"Well, he needs it. He's just a little boy inside. My boy."

They felt affection for him as they gazed down at his vulnerable naked form. Megan's hand patted his behind lovingly and, to the shocked amazement of her friend, bent over and planted the tenderest of kisses on the swell of his bottom cheek. "There," she thought to herself. "Now he knows how much I love him." 

Troy felt immeasurably touched by this simple act. A warming calm flowed over him and he thought only of cuddling her. He longed to suckle her breasts. It had become an almost nightly ritual for them and, though he had taken to her breast the morning before, he wanted nothing more than to be there now. 

As each hand held his bottom cheeks, he recognized the warm softness of his girlfriend's touch. It stroked him lightly, teasing him a bit. It felt reassuring and Troy felt his body relax from the feeling of security it brought him. Both ladies looked down at him now, a younger boy in the most vulnerable position a man could be in, and were touched. He had complained little and only as a matter or course. In all aspects he had shown himself to be a very sweet, obedient child. Megan was filled with love and pride for the boy she called her own.

Dr. Cataldo knew how unpleasant a thermometer felt in a boy's bottom so she did her best to make it easier for him. Vaseline lined the hole of his rear and he felt the warm coolness of the small stick as it slid deeper into his passage. It touched him deep inside, tickling his prostate gland, causing a happy sigh to erupt from his lips. At the sound of it both women watched intently. The doctor could see the nipples of her friend blossom from beneath her sweater.

Once more the doctor prodded the boy, angling it for his most sensitive spot and, with a happy coo, he found himself wetting the sheets beneath him. He fought the action but when it happened he could do nothing but let it take him. His body rolled and he gave in, allowing the spasms that passed through him to please himself. 

The women watched, aware of what was happening. His penis, filled to the point of ejaculation, spilled on the stiff white paper beneath him. They gave a quiet "Awwww", more out of praise than disdain for what the boy had done. His ears were ringing and his mind clouded from what has happening to him. He felt weakened and wasn't sure what to do next. All was still for a moment before he felt the open hand of his girlfriend placed against his shoulder. She knelt beside him so she could look in his eyes.

"Feel better honey?"

He nodded slowly, unable to look away from her smile. Slowly he began to realize his situation. Looking at the evidence of his orgasm pooled between his thighs and spotting his belly he was surprised that he felt unashamed. The sight of the two beautiful women in front of him began to arouse him. 

"That's good sweetie. The doctor says you're a healthy boy and you've been very well behaved for her." She ruffled his hair and happily kissed him on the cheek. A wide smile broke out on his face. "Time to go. I know a place that has the best ice cream for good, healthy boys. You think they'll have what you like there?"

He excitedly nodded. Holding her hand out, she helped him sit up. No longer concerned with his nudity, the doctor got a good look at his penis as it slowly deflated. Megan got a warm washcloth and, as he began pulling on his shirt, she knelt between his legs and wiped away the ejaculate that covered his deflating member. The door was open and several nurses walked by, pausing momentarily to glimpse at the scene and give an understanding smile. One, a young Asian woman, paused in the doorway, her eyes lingering on his cock as Megan gingerly cleaned it. His eyes were closed enjoying the intimacy of the moment and, as he opened them, caught the young girl's smile. With a wink she continued on. 

Later they shared ice cream. Hers was mocha chip while he chose bubble gum. They sat silently and he felt himself returning to the place where he was before. Megan noticed it the change and placed her hand on his. Not saying a word, her eyes drew it out of him.

"I'm a little nervous about how this is progressing." She nodded, urging him to continue. "It's reaching parts of me I was afraid to address. It's scary but very comforting, warm. I've never felt closer to you than I have recently." He shifted in his seat, uncertain which words best captured his feeling. "I'm a man, we both know that, but I take such relief in the way you've been treating me. I don't know what to think." His eyes were pleading for guidance. 

A drip of ice cream collected on his chin and she wiped it away. As she did, she held his chin, keeping him looking into her eyes. "Troy, you're my baby but you're also my man. I noticed a childish streak in you the moment we met. It's one thing that drew me to you. I know you're an adult, I could never ignore that. You're a man that needs a woman in your life. You're intelligent, sweet and very loving but you can forget yourself. Because you're mine I've taken it upon myself to give you what you need. I love you, I know I've said that before but I want you to know how much I mean it. You're a good boy but you're an amazing man as well. You have nothing to fear from me, I'll always be here for you and will always look out for your best interests even if you can't. There is no shame," here she brushed a lock of hair out of his wide eyes, "and you have nothing to fear. I want you to be yourself, even if it means being the boy you truly are."

The silence between them was palatable. Neither said a word, only continued eating their ice cream. As they finished, she stood and held her hand out to him. She led him out of the ice cream parlor, this grown man being led like a child by a beautiful woman. 

As they stepped outside into the bright sunlight she heard him murmur something quietly. Turning him to ask, he repeated.

"I love you Megan."



Long Time Coming Ch. 03



What Megan found surprising about Troy was the many facets of his personality. He had opened up to her his most intimate side- that of the sweet, soft little boy inside him yet she would feel completely safe with him by her side walking home at night. He was strong and honored her as a man should but thought nothing of bending over her lap and releasing tears earned through firm punishment. 

Troy too was reconciling the disparate sides of his personality. There were moments he lusted after his girlfriend and wanted only to ravish her the moment she walked in the door and there were other times he felt cowed by her. He hated her scoldings and feared her raised hand. At first he hated this side of himself; took it for a flaw in his personality but with her encouragement and guidance he now recognized it as a very positive, intimate side of his personality. It was something he knew he could only share with one he loved, one he trusted completely.

Megan was that. She had brightened his life and he was never happier than when he was in her arms. When they made love it was with a passion neither of them had ever experienced before, as if guided by unseen hands. Their couplings drained them fully until they could do nothing but console each other with their tired, pleasure wracked bodies. 

Troy knew Megan better than he knew himself. Her scent was an aphrodisiac to him and each inch of her flesh brought him comfort. Countless times he had bathed her in kisses and lavished attention on every crevice of her body. The sex they shared was a sacrament, with each climax they felt born again. 

Despite the depth of their love they, like every couple, began to fall into a routine. Their lives meshed together and they accepted each of their quirks and bad habits, despite how pointless many of them were. Under her tutelage Troy became accustomed to always putting the toilet seat down while Megan stopped drying her underwear on the shower curtain after she learned how it bothered him. He pushed her too far that night and she knew she'd have to do something drastic to keep him in line.

They were at a party, one where many of their mutual friends and coworkers had shown up. Troy was on his best manners as usual and she was proud to be seen with him. Together they met everyone with him on her arm. She remembered feeling completely happy and realizing how well they fit together. 

However, as the night wore on she noticed him growing irritable. She found herself tugging on him to make him keep up with her and he made no effort to hide his fatigue and boredom. He interrupted both her and her friends, a pet peeve she didn't tolerate. When she called him on it, he balked and talked under his breath. Her friends were shocked.

"What was that?" she asked sweetly.

He brushed her off, denying he said anything but she persisted. He snapped at her and, with a courteous smile to her coworkers, she excused herself. When she got him to a corner, dragging him alongside her with her hand clamped painfully on to his elbow she spoke in a low, stern tone.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" Her eyes flared and he knew there was no way out. She'd heard him and to deny it put him in even deeper. Still, he couldn't admit to it and hesitated around his answer. "Troy, sweetie, you've been a good boy and well behaved the entire night until up until this past hour. What's gotten into you?"

He shrugged his shoulders, unable to answer. 

"I won't stand for it, you hear me?" She pointed at him her finger an inch from his face. He felt like a truant being caught skipping school. "If you keep it up, you and I are going to have a discussion, one you won't like at all, young man." 

He didn't say a word as she pulled him back into the room. He did his best to compose himself and hoped no one noticed his scolding but he couldn't help but feel that everyone was watching him. Megan didn't have a temper and he knew she would only talk that way if she were dead serious. If he went any farther it would most likely end in a spanking later that night. His last was just two nights ago and he still had a faint ache from her hand slapping his bare backside. The thought of another so soon caused his cheeks to clench.

Everything went well and Megan seemed much more relaxed, she laughed freely and eventually he found himself laughing with her. Her close friend, Margaret, was throwing the party in her home. Out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw her looking him up and down. He thought nothing of it; sure it was an overactive imagination resulting from the heart to heart he had just been through with Megan.

At the beverage table he was proved wrong. As he was pouring a drink, she sidled up to him and placed her hand in the crook of his arm. 

"You've made Megan very happy," she said, rubbing his shoulder. 

"I do my best," he said sheepishly. "She's a wonderful woman."

"Yes. I've never seen her this way before. You must have done quite a number on her." 

He felt as if he was blushing and said, "Maybe it's the other way around."

Suddenly she pressed herself against him boldly and whispered in his ear. "I think you're the one that's keeping her happy. If I was her I'd show you just how happy I could make you." Her hand cupped his groin where she felt his stiff cock. "Mmmm...now I see why she talks so well of you."

His mind raced and he felt himself flush. In an attempt to back away from her advance, he pushed against the table and knocked over bottles of Rye and vodka. The vodka spilled on the tabletop but the Rye made it to the floor where most of its contents went onto the rug. He scrambled to clean it up but found nothing to sop up the mess. Running to the kitchen, he found paper towels and grabbed a wad to throw onto the spill. By the time he returned Megan found out what happened and was at his side, on her knees, as he cleaned.

"What happened, Troy?"

"I just got nervous and knocked a couple of bottles over. I didn't mean to."

"Did Margaret upset you?"

He wasn't sure how to react. Did she know? Should he tell? He thought it best to stay on the safe side. "No...well, I mean we talked but that's it. This is my own fault." He waited for her to grow upset but she said nothing. His heart was pounding and at that point he was sure the night would end badly for him. 

"I'm surprised at you honey. You're usually very well behaved. What brought this on?"

He was growing upset now. Not sure if it was the lack of sleep he'd gotten lately, the drinks or a combination of the two but he felt his patience wearing. 

"Goddamnit," he whispered to himself.

"Excuse me?!"

He caught himself. "I wasn't talking to you, Megan. I'm just a little stressed is all. I'm sorry. Let's drop it."

He felt her eyes on him before turning to look. When he did there was no mistaking her intentions. He closed his mouth and returned to cleaning the now nonexistent puddle on the floor. She moved to him so her lips were at his ear.

"I think you need a little reminder of yourself. I'll not have you cursing at me in acting in such a way."

His heart dropped and he felt his testicles pull into his body. With her hand on his wrist, she pulled him until he stood and led him between the gawking couples until she found Margaret. She saw the drama from across the room and waited as the couple approached her. She was a tall woman with black hair that accentuated her exotic features. Her body was lean and drew more than her share of male admirers. When they stood in front of her she noticed Troy couldn't look her in the eyes. He looked down at his feet, unable to look at her at all. It felt strange; this attractive, young man so endearing just a moment ago now shy in the hands of his woman.

"Margaret," said Megan, trying to draw her friend's attention from Troy. "Do you have an empty room where we could go for a minute?"

She nodded, her face questioning. "Are you all right? Do you need to lay down?"

With only the most courteous of smiles she responded, "We just have to have a talk. I think someone needs a little time to compose themself."

"Of course," she answered, pointing down the hall. "The guest bed is covered with jackets but mine is at the end of the hall on your left. You should be ok in there."

She thanked her friend and made her way down the hall. Her room was large, with a four poster canopy bed in the center. Troy smelled the distinct scent of lavender and the fresh, clean smell that always pervades a woman's bedchamber. 

Closing the door behind her, Megan turned to address her boyfriend. With his hand in hers, she kept his attention as she spoke. "Troy, I know you've had a long week and weren't particularly looking forward to an evening of cocktails with this crowd but I hoped you would be on your best behavior for me. The way you acted was shameful and disrespectful. I won't tolerate it at home and I sure won't tolerate it in front of my friends."

He felt a mass in his throat and did his best to breathe calmly. There was nothing he could say. "You know I'm proud of you and I want you to meet all my friends. I love you and I hate to see you act in such a way." She sighed and looked away for a moment. "Because I love you you know I have to punish you." He nodded and she placed a finger beneath his chin and crooked it until he looked at her. "You know what that means, don't you?" Unable to speak he merely nodded and felt himself sniffling.

"Tell me," she commanded. 

He let out a dramatic sigh but she didn't push him. "You're going to spank me."

She placed a hand behind his neck, stroking the locks of hair there. "That's right, sweetie. I'm going to spank you because it's what you need and I think it will teach you a lesson. Do you know what that lesson is?" 

He hated this, the rhetorical questions, having to answer or upset her even more. "Not to embarrass you or be disrespectful."

"That's right," she beamed. He was a good boy though she knew he couldn't do without the discipline she brought to his life. She stroked his cheek lovingly. "I have to spank you for misbehaving and being naughty." He clenched at the word but she continued. "It will give you some time to think about today and hopefully help you remember to be good in the future." She took his hand and he complied to her wishes. As she sat on the bed she kept placed him between her legs where she began unzipping and taking down his pants. His underwear followed and as they reached his ankles she instructed him further. "Step out of them, you won't be needing them for this."

Slowly he did as she wished. His penis hung limp between his thighs and Megan could tell how scared he was just by looking at it. Most times when she punished him, even when he most deserved it, he was at least partially aroused in the hopes of attention. Today was different. His considerable size looked small. His balls welled up close to his body and to Megan he looked very much like a small boy. It was hard to believe this tiny member brought her so much pleasure. 

Breaking that train of thought, she helped him as he obediently lay across her lap. Her dress skirt was pulled up to mid thigh, allowing her freedom of movement in handling the boy being taken to task. His penis felt soft against her leg and, as always when he was in this position, she took her time to examine him.

He had a nice butt, possibly the best she'd ever seen and definitely better than any of her past boyfriends. It was muscular, tight and felt good in her hands. She enjoyed holding and stroking it while he slept naked beside her. Spanking him was not a task she looked forward to though she did enjoy the smooth warmth of his skin and the vulnerable position it put him in. The marks of his last spanking, a mere two days ago for being too loud and waking her from her nap still showed in deep pink marks on the swell of both cheeks. For a spare moment she toyed with his body, squeezing and prodding him. He was silent during the impromptu examination and only reacted when she pulled his cheeks apart to gaze at the tight ring of his anus. 

She didn't warn him of the first spank, expecting him to be ready the moment he lay over her lap. His body was clenched so he didn't react when her hand connected with the flesh of his buttock. It took several more before she even got a reaction from him. The staccato sounds of her hand on his butt filled the room, more than likely being heard by the crowd outside. She didn't concern herself with this. If he embarrassed her in front of them, why should she be worried if they heard the result of his actions? A little shaming would do him good. 

Often she scolded him as she spanked to help him understand how he got in this position. He never responded, only shook and cried with each slap to his nether regions. Tonight she was silent, her lips pursed with exertion as she laid into his bare behind. He had begun crying, she could tell by his silence and the slight shaking of his head, which told her she was getting through to him. 

He was softest at these moments, his body weak and trembling like a child. He yielded to her fully, having long since learned not to resist. The sight of his half naked body, swollen and open touched her in a very primal place and released her most feminine instincts. She wanted to take this babe in her arms, comfort him, whisper in his ear that everything was all right, that he was safe but she knew she could not. Right now was the moment for his discipline and no matter how much he fussed, no matter how much he kicked and cried, no matter how much her heart told her to give in to his weeping and take him to her breast, she knew she had to be strong. 

It was the first time he had been in this position that she didn't feel remotely sexual. Her lust was silent, allowing for her heart to take its rightful position as his disciplinarian. At this time, more than any other before, she was his mother. 

Her spanks continued, not letting up as these feelings passed through her. He cried openly now, his pleas coming out in short barks of pain. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin and a tear develop in the corner of her eye. It was by far the most severe spanking she had ever given him. Her body reacted with his, each crack of her hand on his bare skin, causing a visceral reaction in her. 

She stopped suddenly and rested her hand against the burning heat of his body. His cries continued unbidden and he seemed to not be concerned with who heard outside the door. In spite of herself, she noticed she was crying as well. Paths of her tears coated her face, marring her makeup and collecting at her chin. Allowing herself this feeling, she wept quietly as her hand slowly comforted the swollen buns of her charge. 

She wasn't sure how long they had been like this but the sound of the party outside, the tinny clinking of glasses and the low murmurs of talk, came more into focus. She raised her head and sniffled, doing her best to wipe the remaining tears with the back of her hand. 

He cried still but his body had slowed. Gently she moved from beneath him and examined her face in the adjoining bathroom. She looked frazzled. Her cheeks were ruddy from crying and her mascara smeared down her face. Her makeup had run and she began wiping it away quickly. She washed herself and borrowed Margaret's makeup so no one would think anything untoward happened. Though they must certainly suspected something, it's best to hide the obvious. 

It took some time and when she returned to the bedroom she found him asleep on his stomach. His butt was red and visibly swollen. His pants lay at the foot of the bed. Tiptoeing across the room, she closed the door without a sound.

Margaret was the first to approach her, "What's wrong? Is Troy ok?"

She nodded and thanked her for her concern. "He just needs to rest for a little bit. I had to put him down for a nap. Is it ok if he uses your bed?"

"Of course. If there's anything he needs, just let me know."

"Thank you Margaret." 

She seemed shocked at this and repeated her offer of help.

"No, I mean it. Thank you for what you did. I know Troy wouldn't stray but I appreciate you proving it to me. He needed that."

"Needed what?" She sounded confused. 

When she went to check on him he was already stirring. The proud erection standing between his legs told her he had a good sleep and though it tempted her, she restrained herself for now. She sat on the end of the bed, looking at his bare bottom. Though she was sure it stung, and most likely would for days, she knew she hadn't gone too far. Spankings are what kept them balanced, she as well as him. He flourished under her discipline and each time she took him over her knee she felt an overwhelming closeness with this man. In time his marks would fade but the emotions caused by them would stay strong. 

Her lips on the back of his neck woke him. He grumbled and looked around at the strange bedroom but she shushed him and helped him sit. He did so reluctantly, his face showing the affects of sitting on a well-spanked rear end. She held his hand and helped him to stand and, as he rested one hand on her shoulder, helped him step into his pants. When he was decent she took him into the bathroom where she washed his face and brushed the tangles in his hair. By the time she finished he was more than presentable.

"Ah, there he is?" beckoned Margaret. "The man of the evening." He smiled warmly and accepted her hug. "Have a nice nap?" 

He nodded and returned to Megan's side. where she pet him lovingly. "He had himself a little outburst but now he's taken care of, aren't you sweetie?" She kissed him on the cheek.

"Outburst?" Margaret said. "Yes, quite the outburst. We all heard."

He blushed scarlet, comforted only by his girlfriend's hand squeezing his. 

"It's all right," her friend said, looking him over. "We understand and think if ever it was called for, it was tonight." Turning to Troy, she asked, "Did you learn your lesson?"

Unsure of what to say, he could only respond with, "Yeah, I guess..."

"You've got an amazing woman here. Treat her right."

Troy looked over at Megan with adoration. She returned his gaze, being drawn into his wide brown eyes. "I know. I will. Always."



Long Time Coming Ch. 04



Megan suggested the last two weeks of July were best. That was the hottest time of the year and there's no better way to cool down than spending the morning in the breaking waves. This year they could do just that. Her mother had bought a house on Cape Hatteras after saving and investing for years. Now that she had the dream home she wanted, the only thing that would make it better was for her only daughter to come and share it with her. Recently she'd heard her go on and on about the new man in her life and this would be the perfect opportunity to meet him. 

To say Troy was nervous was putting it lightly. He wanted to meet her mom and wanted to make his girlfriend happy, the problem was that the more time they spent together the more he felt that she was the one for him. He never expected to feel this, at least not so soon. School was still in session and he would be there for at least another three semesters. How could he deal with meeting the love of his life now? It frustrated him. Whenever he thought about spending the rest of his life with her he felt a mixture of elation and insecurity. How could he know if she thought the same? Perhaps she was just stringing him along, having fun and never much thought of anything else. 

As always, Megan comforted him. Though he ended up tongue twisted and could never find the right words, she acted as if she felt as he did. She'd take him to her breast, offer it to his lips until he sucked and lay with him, petting his head as he fell asleep happily. It eased his fears and renewed his feelings for her. 

She drove while he sat with a map messily unfolded over his lap. Pointing at the spot he believed to be their destination he nodded when she offered a sly smile. 

"You sure," she questioned. "Remember, this place is as new to me as it is to you.."

Beneath the map she placed her hand over his and squeezed every now and then. She didn't question his navigation but let the wheel flow through her fingers. As night fell they reached her mother's house. 

It was a large two bedroom with a porch around the first floor. An ornate window looked down on them from the second floor. In it Megan could see her mother running down to greet them.

"One thing," she said, turning off the ignition. "My mother is still a bit old fashioned so we're going to have to put the breaks on the sex for a while." 

His face dropped and he tried to speak. Before he could get a word out she put her arm around him, playfully tugging at his earlobe. "I mean it, sweetie. Just do me that one favor. I promise I'll make it up to you when we get home. It's only for a week." 

With a quick kiss, Troy said he'd do his best. Truth was, despite having had sex just that morning, he was already feeling a rustling in his crotch. Wishing it away, he stepped out of the car and went to greet Megan's mother. 

The two women were already clasping each other. He took the luggage she brought and lagged behind his girlfriend. Obediently standing quietly by her side, he waited until they detached before introducing himself. Her mother beat him to it, taking his hands in hers and looking him up and down. When their eyes met she offered a wide, loving smile. 

"You're right sweetie, he is just darling," she said to her daughter. "Such a fine young man! And cute too." 

Troy felt as if he'd blush. Her words made him that much more nervous and he anxiously looked at his feet. With a prompt from Megan, he introduced himself. She shook his hand firmly and offered, "Any man that treats my Megan so well needn't be so shy. You're practically one of the family."

He balked at this and stuttered a quick thanks. Joining the two lovers' hands together, Megan's mother admonished them to grab the rest of their luggage and come inside. A hot pan of lasagna was waiting for them in the oven.

The week went by fast and Troy was surprised to learn that going without wasn't as difficult as he'd expected. The second day of their visit she had surprised him with a brand new bikini that barely covered his bottom half. Even with her mom standing next to her, Troy couldn't help but gawk. Rather than chide him, she soaked up the attention, sashaying as she walked a few steps in front of him. When they reached the beach, he had to run into the waves to cool down his obvious erection. Later that day, he promised himself, he'd get rid of it. He knew he'd have to get off soon. It had been years since he'd gone more than three days without and he had no intention of doing that this week. Whatever it takes, he will come before they leave for home.

Megan wasn't making it any easier for him. Though they shared the same room, they slept in separate beds on opposite ends of the room. She made a point of walking around naked and Troy always ogled her; her long, toned legs, her full breasts and the tight, round cheeks of her ass. He openly gawked when he opened the bathroom door in the morning to find her shaving her legs in front of him, one leg perched precariously on the edge of the tub. As he scratched at his rear end he stared at the pink slit of her sex. It seemed like forever since he'd seen it. He yearned to drop to his knees, reach to it with his tongue and sup at her juices. It was almost as if he'd forgotten what it felt like to bury his prick inside her and feel the warmth enveloping his most sensitive area.

She felt him watching and looked up to see his pajama bottoms rudely tented in front of him. "Troy," she scolded, a smile spreading across her face. "Get rid of that thing, what if my mom came in?"

He shook his head, wondering how he got back to high school. Absentmindedly he reached to his crotch and began pulling at his prick. She gasped and reached for the shower. "Not like that! Get in the shower!" She played at shock and sprayed him with the shower massager. He pretended to run which only forced her to grab him and yank his bottoms to his knees. "Get in there," she scolded and placed a not-so-playful slap to his nether cheeks. 

The shower cooled him off that time but his problem only intensified that afternoon when Megan wore her bikini and laid out. He tried to ignore it and rested beside her, happy to laze beneath the warm sun but the harder he tried, the more difficult it became to not turn and steal glances at his girlfriend in the tight pink lycra bikini. 

She had undone the straps of her top and wedged her bottoms between the strong cheeks of her ass. Moving closer he made out the plump outline of her pussy lips against the thin material. So close...

"I hope you're not thinking naughty thoughts." Megan taunted him and rolled over, one hand pressing her top to her chest. She squinted from the sunlight as she spoke to him. "Sweetie, I know this is hard. It's hard for me too but I wanted to see if we can do it. Both of us. Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than to rip off your trunks and mount you right here in the sand." She rested her hand on his knee. "I made a promise to my mother though. I know we could do that and most likely get away with it but that's not the point. I want to see if we can do it together. I want to know that my man is strong enough to restrain himself for a few short days. Do you understand, baby?"

He nodded, unsure of what to say and she lay back down, her hand clasped in his. He lay next to her, holding her hand and going over what she said in his mind. She had a good point but he still wasn't sure if he could make it. 

A swim in the waves helped clear his mind and reduce the tension. His cock felt alive and ready, aware of every move he made but tried to ignore it.

Megan's mother was a fantastic cook. Priding herself on her recipes, each meal would shame any four star restaurant. After polishing off her lasagna, chicken stir fry and Swedish meatballs, Troy was ready to finish her next masterpiece, London Broil and potatoes. 

The three enjoyed the meal, laughing and exchanging stories. Troy's tale of finding a ride home from Mardi Gras during Spring Break his freshman year had her mother laughing so hard she almost choked and Megan told of the eccentricities of the other TA's she worked with in grad school.

Desert was raspberry tart. Megan chose blueberry while her mother had lemon. "Troy," said her mother, the tines of her fork dabbing at her tart. "I'll have you know I expect you to be a gentleman while you're under my roof. I've consented to allow you both to share a room but I'll have nothing unbecoming an unwed couple."

Megan looked down, unprepared for such a speech. Troy felt himself blush but stayed silent as a mouse.

"You seem like a good boy and I'm sure you'll do the responsible thing and keep your hands to yourself. Megan is a good woman," here she held her hand. "and I expect you to obey and keep her respectable." She turned to her daughter. "And you, I'm sure you'll keep him in his place. You've always been a strong woman."

The couple was quiet after that, neither able to say a word after her pronouncement. Desert was finished in silence as Troy considered ways around her mother's rules. He knew if he tried anything Megan would be upset. 

After dinner Troy watched as Megan casually stripped and put on her bikini. Each time he saw her he couldn't help but stare. In his desperate state the sight of her wide, firm bottom and freshly shaven pussy made obeying her wishes difficult. As he stood watching her he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his knees, hoping to get her in the mood for some play. Bikini in hand, she stepped out of the walk in closet, saw his erection and stopped abruptly. 

"You know we can't," she said. "And you're not making it any easier for me either. Put that away."

His hand curled around it, offering it to her, nearly begging. "Your mom would never know."

"That's not the point." Her voice raised. "Maybe she wouldn't but I would. I told you we're not going to and I meant it. Now put that thing away before I have to punish you!"

He realized how he must have looked, pathetically offering his manhood to his woman and being rejected. He felt hurt and shamed and turned to tuck himself back into his pants. As he did Megan saw his bare ass. He looked so childish wearing only a shirt with his pants at his ankles. It reminded her of how he looked during his last spanking the week before. Her body responded and she felt herself dampen. Quickly she put on her bikini and left the room. It wouldn't do to give into such thoughts right now. 

Rearranging himself as he lagged behind, he passed her mother in the hall and failed to avoid her and any questions she might have "Going for a swim?" 

"That's right," he answered shyly.

"With no trunks?"

It was then that he realized all of his were in the laundry room on the other side of the house. The day was growing late and he decided against going to get them. It was cool enough to lie on the sand with jeans. He didn't want to lose sight of Megan. She was far ahead, her cute butt bounding beneath the thin material of her suit. 

He rested against a rock as he watched her dip into the ocean. Already he was growing hard and felt himself dripping. A swim would make it easier for him but he was tired of ignoring what his body felt. He preferred to lie out and enjoy the feeling of his erection tenting his pants. When she walked out of the surf her lean body was coated in a shining layer of sea water accentuating her full breasts and womanly hips. As she approached, she noticed him sleeping. With a sly grin she petted his crotch and squeezed the thickness she found there. He stirred slowly, and twisted his hips towards her palm. "Baby," he said, not yet awake. "Thank you." He reached out to her, finding only empty air as she sat back.

"You need to wake up. It's getting dark and you'll catch cold."

Grunting unhappily, he grimaced as he shifted his erection in his pants. He was horniest when he woke up and, after going without for several days, it had grown painful when he wasn't able to tend to his needs. 

She walked in front of him as they made their way to the house for dinner. Her tight ass looked that much more appealing under the setting sun. Troy shook his head in frustration. Once inside she locked the bedroom door behind her so she could change out of her bathing suit and dry off. 

When she came out to let him in she was wearing a bra with lace cups that accentuated her bust and a black skirt pulled tightly around her waist. Seeing her this way pushed Troy further and he risked her anger by playfully squeezing her breast as he knew she liked.

She gasped, more out of arousal than surprise, and caught herself before he noticed. Clamping her hand around his wrist, she pulled him into the room. Enticed by her behavior, he groped her backside, his fingers finding their way beneath her skirt to the smooth cheeks of her butt. She slapped him away.

He could hear her breathing heavily, frustration combined with anger, and he smiled slightly. She had always appreciated this side of him, the playful flirting they'd always shared. 

"Take off your pants," she breathed huskily. 

He fumbled at his belt and quickly pulled them down his legs. She watched him intently and licked her lips as his full erection sprung into view. 

"Troy," she said, her voice warm and lusty. "I've tried to put up with you. I know how difficult it is going without, even for a few days." The skirt slid off her thighs with a delicate pull and she walked to him. Her arms gliding around his neck, her skin smelling of the sun and ocean air. "But," she whispered, her lips barely touching his. Their eyes held each other, hers warm and composed to his eager, wide eyed gaze. "I told you we had to go without this weekend. I know you may not think so, but it's been as difficult for me as it has been for you."

She held his cock in her hand and her fingers curled beneath his full balls. He moaned openly, blushing at his arousal. A slight smile formed at the corners of her lips. "Now you must be punished."

His mouth gaped at the statement. She continued stroking him, her motions causing him to moan and pump into her hand.

"That feels good, doesn't it baby? Soooo good." 

He nodded helplessly, not considering how it looked. Him, completely naked, moaning and whining as she jerked him slowly. He tried to increase her movements, pumping into her faster but she held him steady. One hand held his balls while her index finger and thumb circled around the base of his shaft. 

"Easy, honey," she cooed. "Just let it out. Have a nice long come so I can give you a proper spanking." He moaned at this, his eyes pleading to her. "That's right. You're going to get a good, long over the knee spanking from your mommy."

He was breathing heavily and she pulled him close for a hug. His cock, new enflamed, rubbed against her soft inner thighs. "That feel good, baby?"

He nodded excitedly and wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her nipples stiff against his bare chest and pressed his lips in the warm skin of her shoulder.

"Good boy, good boy," she teased. "You're going to have a nice long spurt than mommy's going to take her hand to your bottom for a hard spanking." She heard his breath quicken and she added, "It's ok honey, I know what you need. A naughty boy like you needs a woman to help him control himself when he can't. You're just like every other child; lost without a feminine hand to guide him."

She was really getting into the role now and felt herself grow damp between her legs. The feel of his naked body, his soft skin and lean body reminded him how tender and vulnerable he really was. Her heart opened and, as he moaned and shook, she kissed him lightly on his forehead. 

"There, there love," she whispered, barely speaking. "You know you're safe with me. You know I'll always be there to keep you safe." He clutched her tightly as she gripped his member lovingly. He was throbbing in her palm and he thought nothing of his impending spanking, only enjoying the warm, intimate feeling that passed between them. He felt secure and immeasurably happy. 

Her lips were at his ear now. "I love you, my beautiful, precious boy." Her hand slowed her stroking, tightening her gentle grip. "I'm going to give you such a good spanking, right over my loving lap." He was seconds from coming and she wanted him to know exactly how she felt. "After you release and give me all you can I'm going to bend you over and spank your bottom." He peaked and began quaking against her. A flush of warmth filled her palm. She cupped his cockhead, rotating her hand against his oversensitive skin. "It will hurt. Your beautiful bare, boybottom will sting and you'll cry. You'll kick and you'll want it to be over." He loosed into her as her hand tightened against the head of his prick. 

Her voice grew deeper now, "But it won't be over. Not until you've been well and truly punished like a naughty boy should be. As your disciplinarian, as your lover, I won't finish until you've gotten just what a misbehaving child like you deserves- my love in the form of a hand across your bottom."

Almost instantly his demeanor changed. He was clinging to her, ashamed to show his face and afraid of the inevitable. She allowed him the respite. He was crying but she brought no attention to it. When they broke he hid his face, looking down at his feet. 

She ran her fingers through his hair. "Come now sweetie, take your medicine."

He nodded, still not looking at her. When he didn't move she did what felt natural and took his ear between her fingers. 

He cried out, following her on tiptoes as she led him to the bedside. She sat on the bedspread, her black silk panties tight against her body. Troy went reluctantly over her lap. His penis deflated, he looked more like the recalcitrant little boy she had accused him of being. It struck a pang within her breast but she steeled herself so she could mete out the discipline, as was her duty. 

As he always did, he looked much younger naked over her lap. His bare buttocks made him seem more fragile, the tiny shakes pulsating through his body making him timid. 

She dried her hands and placed one comfortably against his shaking glutes. First she patted him playfully, as if reminding him of his humble position. He was silent and she felt him holding his breath. His elbows were clenched together, his fists pressed beneath his chin. 

"I love you boy, but you must learn to mind me." 

With that she raised her hand and dropped it across his bared backside. The first slap was a shock, causing him to rise up. He made no sound but exhaled in a loud huff. The next spank caused him to cry out and she used her free hand to caress the back of his head, easing him back down.

She laid a series of hard slaps across the flesh of his bottom which caused the tight buns to ripple and shake. He was moaning now and the tears she caused earlier started anew.

"Hurts so much more with all your come out of your system, doesn't it?" He moaned an affirmative and she took a moment to admire her charge. He was a beautiful man, well- made, tender, loving. It filled her heart each time she punished him so. It reaffirmed their relationship and reminded her of the importance of the duty. Every man needs a strong woman in his life. Some direct them, some comfort and a rare few, like Megan, spanked the dickens out of him when he disobeyed. It was a sacred ritual, one that had been performed for generations from mother to child and wife to husband. A tear collected in her eye as she realized she was now a part of that circle as one who finds nothing more important in this world than guiding her mate and teaching him to obey. 

Another round painted his cream colored skin a healthy pink. He was louder this time but didn't fight. Instead he wiggled painfully as her hand made contact with his rear end. 




Long Time Coming Ch. 04



His posterior reddened quickly and she knew the lesson was getting through to him. She heard him sobbing and she stopped for a moment, her aching hands soothing his backside. Her fingers played upon his swollen skin, teasing and caressing. His breaths slowed and her touch calmed him.

"You need this sweetie," she whispered, her hand massaging his left cheek. "It's ok to cry. It's what you need. Let it out. Cry for mommy." Like her, he was caught up in the role and cried openly as she spoke.

"There there, just a little bit more." Her arm raised and began smacking his exposed rump.

"No, no more!" He cried out, his words surprising her. She wanted to stop, wanted more than anything to take him to her breast and soothe him but she knew she could not. He needed this, needed the burning sting to teach him to behave. He needs to be brought back to that time when nothing was more frightening than a bare bottomed spanking across his mother's lap. 

She interspersed her spanks with gentle strokes, never letting him forget how much she loved him. Her voice was soft and he gave in to her fully, tears streaming down his cheeks, his ardor completely forgotten in the rush of his punishment. When she finished she stood him on wobbly legs. Hands clasped self consciously over his penis, he could not look at her. 

"Hurts a bit more, doesn't it baby?"

He blushed and nodded.

"Come to me, give me a big hug darling." 

He practically threw himself into her arms, tears reappeared and wet her shoulder. Her fingers skated across his bottom, touching the tender flesh, bringing out the softest of moans. 

As he cried she turned him to her and pressed her lips to his, kissing him as a lover should. His body went limp and she held him tightly, thankful for the beautiful vulnerability he was blessed with. His hands wrapped around her adoringly and the softness of her palm found his groin. His balls felt warm in her hands and softer than she remembered. His penis, only now beginning to swell again, was tender and sensitive. She lusted for him but held back. 

With a brush of fingers down his face she closed his eyes and ushered him into bed. He went willingly, despite it being only late afternoon.

Megan joined her mother at the dinner table alone but said nothing and the two women shared a knowing look. Afterwards Megan gathered up a plate to take to her man and the older woman watched knowingly. 

When she entered the room, the lights were dimmed and he was just waking from a nap. He saw her and moved to sit up, wincing at the feeling in his sore bottom. She sat beside him and fed him with her arm wrapped around his shoulders. When they finished, she didn't say a word, only slipped out of her clothes and joined him in bed.



Long Time Coming Ch. 05



Troy sat quiet in the passenger seat as Megan drove. She was obviously angry, and had good reason to be. Tonight had gone terribly. First he was late getting ready when she came over to pick him up and found him watching a dirty movie. She could tell he had just woken up from a nap and ran around grabbing his clothes and jumped in the shower while she impatiently waited for him in the living room.

She had his clothes ready for him and quickly dressed in front of her. Usually he would be excited when naked with her but this time he only felt nervous and scared. He knew her well enough to know her moods and tonight he was too close to a spanking to not watch how he acted around her. 

Unfortunately that was easier said than done. At dinner he told a story she thought inappropriate and rather than apologize continued to antagonize her. When she brought up his being late he seemed more defensive than apologetic. "I don't see what's so wrong," he told her. "I wasn't that late."

"That's not the point," she said fiercely. "We had plans and you had a time to be ready. Rather than be on time you ignored it and had me wait, making us later. It was very inconsiderate."

She was obviously upset yet Troy continued to needle her, unaware of how serious she was. At the end of the meal, as she was bending over to retrieve an earring that had fallen off, he was unable to resist the sight of her rear end in the tight dress and openly palmed her backside. The action took her by surprise and pushed her forward into the neighboring table. She fell awkwardly, spinning into the carpet. Her legs splayed open and Troy had a quick view of the pink cotton panties she wore before she landed with a thud. 

There was a time and place for everything and though Megan wasn't bothered by Troy touching her ass, he should know better than to push when she was upset with him. Standing up, she locked him with a glare that could cut diamonds. He felt his heart stop as he knew what they look meant. He only hoped she was calm enough to wait until they got home. 

She fixed him with a pointed finger, aware that all the eyes in the room were upon them and trying desperately to compose herself. "The meal is over. I'll be out in the car. Take care of this and come out to see me."

With the color running out of his face, Troy nodded, fumbling over words of apology. Before he could say anything, she had already turned and made her way out the door with a determined stride. 

Their waitress watching from the back quickly came over. She had a look of shock and concern. "Is everything ok?"

He nodded, pulling a handful of bills from his pocket. He could feel himself blushing now and only hoped she didn't notice. "Will that be all?" She asked him, almost teasing. Handing her the pile of bills, he turned before she could make change. He was unaware of exactly how much he gave her but knew her tip was more than generous. 

"Someone's in trouble." When he turned to look back he saw her grinning at him evilly.

On the drive back she ignored him. Even when he stared at her with the sweetest look he could she only reached between them and pulled on the stick shift violently. Most nights she'd melt when he gave her that look and pull him to her with a deep kiss. Tonight, however, her lips curled into a stern line.

They pulled up and she got out, slamming the door. He followed carefully behind her. As he stepped inside she was sitting in the recliner, her eyes steeling into him. "Go upstairs and wait in the bedroom." Her words were cold and measured. 

"Yes, honey." He began the long walk upstairs, head between his shoulders. 

"...honey." her voice was dripping. 

Her bedroom, which he always thought of as warm and cozy, seemed cold. The pink silk bedspread, where they consummated their love dozens on dozens of times, seemed stiff and uninviting. He knew what he should do- she would expect him naked and laying across the bed but right now he could only sit at the foot of the mattress and wrap his arms around himself. A shiver trickled down his spine and he saw the hairs on his arm stand on end. 

Seemingly hours later he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. He felt like a convicted man on the stand. Maybe he could reason with her? Plead innocence and simple error? No, he shook his head, she'd never go for that. Especially not with the mood she's in, he could almost imagine steam coming out of her ears. 

He didn't hear her come in, only felt her. When he turned she still had her hand on the doorknob. The other rested on her hip as she appraised him impatiently. 

"You still have your underwear on."

It was true, he did. Despite the anxiety he was feeling, he was aroused and he didn't feel like getting naked in front of her right now. 

"Let's go," she glowered. "Completely naked."

Doing his best not to pout, he slipped out of his briefs. He was erect, something that would please her most days. She eyed his cock with anything but excitement this night. 

She composed herself and reaced for her purse. He watched, erect and making no attempt to cover himself. Most days he loved being naked in front of his girlfriend. He loved the arousal in her eyes and loved the playfulness nudity always brought out of her. Tonight she was not playful. Her look was stern and, with a pointed finger, commanded him to her side. 

She ignored the pleading look on his face, her bottom lip curled in aggravation. Sitting down on the bed, her knees held together primly, she reached for his hand and gently pulled him over her lap. It was such a gentle movement, more a suggestion than a demand, that he could not fight it. Effortlessly he went over her lap into the position he so dreaded but brought him the greatest peace he'd ever known. He loved his girlfriend, he realized that one morning while across her lap, and knew if he had to endure a lifetime of spankings and scoldings he would do it to make him a better man for her. More than anything he wanted to be her mate. 

He meekly bent over her lap, realizing all that the posture conveyed. He had taken the position before, more times than he'd cared to admit. Each time it felt solemn, like a condemned man walking to his fate. Megan was more upset than usual this evening. Each time she spanked it stung and hurt his backside but this time he was sure it would be one to remember.

"Please," he begged. "I'm sorry, go easy...."

She'd heard it all before. At the moment of a spanking all men become children, pleading for mercy when facing discipline. She had burned Troy's bottom before, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction as it turned to light pink to scarlet to a deep crimson. If there was any time he'd needed a reminder, this was it. "You know the rules, sweetie. You have this coming to you. Be a good boy and don't fight it."

His face dropped to an immature pout that made her smile in spite of herself. They never really grow up, do they? His ass always excited her. Even at times like these when she was so mad she could shout, the sight of his cute buns naked and bent over her lap caused a swell in her chest and a rush of excitement. She smoothed her hand over his bare skin, feeling his warmth. 

"This is going to hurt, Troy but you have it coming to you. You've made me very unhappy, embarrassed me and acted like a selfish child. You need this spanking. I just hope it will teach you a lesson."

He inhaled and held his breath. It was a natural reaction for him. Already she could see him trembling, his cute, pristine cheeks shaking slightly. She held off on the lecture she always gave him. He knew why he was there and knew why he upset her. It was better to get started. 

Without another word she raised her hand and brought it down quick on his bare behind. Even though he was no stranger to her spanks and was familiar with the position he was in he still couldn't restrain himself and cried out. The sound brought her a feeling of satisfaction and she laid another two crisp smacks on his quivering cheeks. They were harder than usual. Already she could see the distinct imprint of her small, feminine hand burned on his creamy skin. 

He knew better than to complain and grit his mouth and bit his lip to atone for the pain he felt in his rear. She was driven, her hand attacking his bottom with an intensity he never felt. Tears formed quickly in his eyes and the burning shame that always accompanied his punishments hit him tenfold. 

Already he had begun to cry and, with her hand mercilessly slapping his bottom to a pinkish red, he let go and allowed himself to wail. He slipped effortlessly into the delicate place where he was nothing more than a child. His girlfriend, his lover, had become the ultimate authority in his life. He bent to her and acquiesced in the only position he could. He was her responsibility, an obnoxious, too-big-for-his-britches child that only got bigger. 

She pressed his body to her closely. Even now, when he was so broken and weak, she felt her body warm to him. The sight of his rump reddened by her hand caused her breasts to flush with heat. She caressed him between slaps, admiring the firmness of his bottom and how masculine his rear looked. 

He was catching his breath, recovering from the sting so she returned to spanking him. As her palm landed she bent upwards, his head stretching to the ceiling. His lips curled and he cried out, "Oooooooooow!" He was really in pain. His punishment had pushed him beyond the little boy stage where she usually finished to a burning, uncontrolled pain that brought a sense of fear. Seeing this, she stopped and rested her hand against his tortured back end. Heat came off him in waves.

Reaching into her purse, she found her trusty oak hairbrush. She had been keeping it with her for some time. It would be needed when he stepped out of line, which he was bound to do eventually. As he timidly peeked over his shoulder he saw it and immediately began wiggling away. Megan caught him with a firm hand on his shoulder. "You will stay put," she warned. "I think what you did today calls for a lot more than a hand on your backside. You need a dose of what all boys get when they misbehave. Growing up it was called 'Mother's Little Helper' and I think tonight I'll put it to the test on your bare bottom. You'll learn to be more respectful of me and think before you act. The hairbrush will make sure of it."

He trembled. She'd bought it and showed it to him weeks ago. Since then it remained in her purse as a silent reminder of their relationship. Whenever he acted up, just the thought of it so close by made him think twice. It was a fearsome thing; dark, burnished oak with a heavy, sculpted handle. More than likely it would leave a deep imprint. It looked heavy. He could only imagine the swing of it as she raised it in the air. 

"Please...., he whimpered.

"Shhhhhhhh." Her voice was almost comforting. 

The hairbrush laid a stripe of fire across his tender bottom cheeks. As soon as it made contact, the tears began anew. He was gulping great breaths of air, sobbing fitfully. It was humbling, a grown man crying without restraint, tears rolling down his cheeks, succumbing to the greater power of his girlfriend as she disciplined him to such a humiliating state. He babbled incoherently, pleading for mercy, promises of love and obeisance pouring fourth. 

She was touched by his sensitivity. He was a sweet man, and very delicate, but she knew he needed firmness if he was to turn into the man she wanted. It was up to her to take the lead and mold him into such a man that she would be proud to call hers. Such outbursts and disrespect should be seen to immediately. He needs a thorough punishment, one that he remembers for a long time and one that will leave him sore for days. 

Inhaling deeply, she began another round. The hairbrush had turned the pink skin to a deep red. His skin was hot to the touch and he had given up resisting. Instead he lay still over her knees, his body expanding with each breath. Each time she laid a slap against his skin he moaned silently, as if he had given up, resigned himself to his fate and waited patiently for the punishment to finish. She slowed to a stop and placed the hairbrush beside her. His legs open slightly, his burned flesh seeking the coolness of the air to sooth him. 

She saw his testicles hiding between his legs and rested two fingers on them. Normally very sensitive, such an action would cause him to leap up to seek more attention but now he noticed it not at all. It gave Megan a chance to examine them. She never had the chance to look at them so closely. He seemed naturally protective of them so when he slept they always seemed too sensitive. As she'd touch him there he would wake and push her for more and when they were intimate he never had the patience to just let her look. Now she had her chance.

He seemed small, tiny almost. It surprised her to think that such a little thing could fill to such a size and please her the way it did. Her spanking must have really affected him to make them seem so fragile and delicate. Between her two fingers she sized up his testicles. They were slightly oval and smaller than she'd hoped. They fit comfortable in her closed fist. 

Neither knew how long they stayed that way. She merely enjoyed the moment for what it was; a rare moment of complete vulnerability and intimacy. Since she began spanking him she noticed Troy had been changing. He had become gentler and sweeter. He was more compliant and when they made love he was a softer, more patient lover. Good feminine discipline works wonders, she smiled to herself. 

As she played with his balls and playfully tugged on his soft cock, she heard him coo happily and caught herself. With a firm swat on his behind she ordered him to stand. Humbly he stood before her, hands at his side, eyes on the floor. She steeled herself and took the posture of the stern disciplinarian and addressed him with a pointed finger. "You are to plant yourself in that corner and put your nose on the wall. You'll stay there until it's time for bed! Do you understand me young man?" He nodded quickly, his eyes never leaving his feet. She was shocked at how genuine she sounded. Before tonight she'd doubted she could take it this far but now it felt natural.

"Now march, mister!" She gave him a quick spank on each of his swollen bottom cheeks before herding him into the corner of the room. 

There he stayed while Megan reclined in an easy chair and began reading her novel while sipping a glass of wine. He had taken to his position surprisingly well. There were no pleas to be let off, in fact he hardly moved at all. Every now and then Megan would look over at him to see the crimson of his rear and the strong curves of his male bottom. It was a very cute sight, she had to admit. Slipping a hand beneath her skirt she absentmindedly stroked the crotch of her panties and considered their relationship. Things had permanently changed between them and will never be as they once were. She was more than satisfied as a woman and proud of him. He was perfect for her; sweet, affectionate, intelligent, kind, playful and had the childishness she found irresistible in a man. 

That evening, before she tucked him into bed, she would rekindle the burn on his bottom before putting him down for the night. He would cry himself to sleep as he lay facedown, tears drenching the pillow. At the moment, however, she had her own needs to take care of and seeing him obediently in the corner with a bottom the color of an overripe tomato, provided all the inspiration she needed.