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Punishment Day

By: Beautifullittlebaby



For 20 years I have always been the apple of his eye, and he, my night in shining armor who always kept me safe. Whenever he wrapped his arms around me, I'd melt into him and become the sweet little girl I once was, but what else would you expect, he is my daddy after all, and we share a very special relationship. Most people notice it right away, how close we are, if only they knew how close we get, I wonder what they would think then?

One of our favorite things to do together is to go see a matinee on Sundays. We love to watch movies of any type, comedies, horror, sci-fi, romance; it really doesn't matter, as long as we were together. On one particular Sunday, we went to see a comedy. It was a movie that daddy was really looking forward to seeing. We bought our usual treats at the candy counter with the exception of my soda. I usually got a small size, but on this particular day I was incredibly thirsty so I purchased a large instead. Well, that was a big mistake, for half way through the movie I had to pee. I leaned over and whispered into daddy's ear," Daddy, I need to use the toilet, will you come with me?" 

"What? I knew that large was too big for you. You are just going to have to sit there till the movie is over." His voice was very stern, I could tell he didn't want his movie interrupted, but 20 minutes later, after squirming in my seat, I just couldn't hold it any more! 

"Daddy, please? I really have to go."

"No. I will not be disturbed again!" He looked at me and I couldn't say another word. But the pain was starting to get worse. I thought to myself, if I could just hold on a few more minutes, the movie would be over. I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could, holding my breath, hoping I would make it. I felt my bladder ready to pop, I squeezed and squeezed, but it was no use. That familiar warmth started seeping through, wetting myself, my panties, and my chair. A flush of embarrassment rushed through me. The movie was now over, and daddy turned to me as tears ran down my face. 

"Daddy, I had an accident." He was furious. He made us wait until everyone had left the theatre before we finally got up to leave. The walk home was an awful one. I had let him down. When we were finally through the front door, he told me to take off my dirty panties, put them in the wash, and then come straight to his bedroom for my punishment. 

I did as I was told. Once in his room, I shut the door behind me, my head down, and walked over to where he sat on his bed, and lay down across daddy's lap, ready to get what I deserved. He lifted up my skirt, exposing my bare bottom. 

"Daddy, please, I didn't mean too!" The loud smack against my left cheek made me beg more. "I'm so sorry daddy; I promise I won't do it again!" He spanked me harder. I could feel his handprints burn against my skin.

"That's right little girl, I'm going to make sure that you DON'T do that again!" I felt his fingers slip between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy. He rubbed my pussy hard, feeling how wet I had become from his spanking. 

"You dirty little slut, look what you did to daddy." He pulled me off of his lap, pulled down his pants, and exposed his throbbing hard cock. 

"Get down on your knees and suck it!" I obeyed him without delay. I wrapped my mouth around his big mushroom head, licking the tip of it with my tongue. 

"I said SUCK IT!" He grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed it down till I swallowed his entire size. I began to gag, but that just seemed to make him fuck my face harder. My little pussy was screaming to be touched. A moan escaped from me and vibrated against his cock. And as if he could read my mind, he told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees and present myself to him.

"Let me see you play with your cunt you little bitch! Let me see what a whore you really are!" I reached my hand down behind my legs, and pressed down on my clit, circling it with two fingers. My body started to shake as waves of pleasure washed over me knowing that daddy was watching. I could hear his breathing as it quickened. 

"That's it; get that pussy ready for daddy." Daddy's cock was pushing against my wet little hole. My pussy started to spasm, my daddy's big cock was stretching me open! 

"Daddy! Fuck me!" I screamed out. I needed his cock; I was desperate to have him fuck my hole. My body bucked harder as he fucked me, his hands on my hips, pounding on my needy little pussy. I yelled louder as I felt his big cock pulsating inside me as he began to fill me with his cum. 

He slowly pulled his cock out of my dripping hole. But before I could take another breath, he shoved two fingers inside and stirred them around, mixing our cum and pussy juice together. 

"Look at this sloppy little cunt. You haven't learned anything yet, have you!" He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back, and wiped his fingers all over my lips and into my mouth. 

"Your punishment isn't over yet." He took his fingers out of my mouth and back into my pussy, stirring it up again, but this time he slid them up into my tight little bottom. I gasped. He ran his fingers in and out of my dirty hole greasing it up. Daddy was going to fuck my ass!

"Oh Daddy," I moaned, "fuck me, fuck my bottom! Make it fit your cock Daddy, please daddy, make it fit your cock!" 

He forced his big dick into my waiting asshole, pumping it fast and deep. 

"Now I will really make my dirty little girl messy!" He grabbed me by the shoulders firmly, so that I was sitting on top of his cock, and he began to piss in me. I could feel the heat of his piss swirling through me as it shot in hard bursts, deep within my asshole. He held me there for a moment, keeping it from running out. Then, as he pulled out slowly, I could feel the rush of golden warmth wash through me and out my bottom. We both collapsed in exhaustion. 

Later, after a nice long bath with daddy, we talked about what movie we might see next week. It was then I decided that next time, an extra large drink, and maybe some chili fries too. 

Punishment Delivered



I come out to the living room after dinner and take your hand. "Little Girl, it's time to receive your punishment." You lower your head and swallow, and I can see your face blush and am sure that those butterflies have returned ten fold. 

"Yes Sir." 

You follow me into the bedroom and then stand next to me on the bed. I bend down and pull your chin up so you are facing me. I bend down and kiss you gently. "Remember why you are getting punished? I had told you not to apologize for who you are, remember?" You nod as my hands gently stroke your hair. "What did you do today?"

"I said I wish I was as beautiful as those 18 year old women who I have to train. I said that I bet that you wish that I was as young as they were."

I nod. "Get undressed Little Girl." I sit down on the bed and watch you undress. I know how shy you are still about being exposed and having me just watching. You know that I tell you are attractive and so beautiful and like all of you, but still you hesitate for just a moment and I see look of uncertainty cross you face. 

You take a breath and answer. "Yes Sir." You start by unbuttoning your shirt and all to soon I watch you step out of those lace panties.

"Good girl. You are getting much better. Now, go and return with the paddle." I smile as I see your face and see your flustered expression. In an almost panic striven voice you mutter, "But when you gave me a choice between your hand or the paddle I said your hand...Sir," you add at the last moment as you see my expression. 

"Your exact words were I should START with my hand, but I said I would determine if the paddle was necessary. I have not made up my mind. So, I ask again, please bring me the paddle." I see your face flush again and can almost see your fear and excitement radiate from you. Without another word you leave and return with the black paddle. I take it from your hand and place it on the bed next to me. "Now lay down face down on the bed next to me Little Girl." With just a moment of hesitation you do as I ask of you.

I reach over and grab your hands and pull them behind your back. "Hold them here." I take my tie off and tie your hands together. My hand caresses your ass and I finger your wet slit. "You are dripping Little Girl." I take the wet finger and bring it to my lips. "Oh...you taste so good." I inhale your scent and then return to the task at hand. "So...paddle," And my hand picks up the paddle and rubs it over your soft skin. "Or my hand," and I then rub the palm over you ass. I alternate between the two. "Well you did say we should start with my hand." I set the paddle down for the time and my hand goes back to caressing your ass. I then start to smack each cheek with my hand with a cupped hand with each hit making a nice loud smack. "Harder Little Girl?" I ask after a few slaps.

"Oh...yes Sir." I smack your ass harder. "Harder Sir!" I hear from you. I straighten my hand and spank you again. "Ow." I hear you squeak quietly. I spank you again, and again, and again. After a minute of this treatment I can hear your rapid breathing and can see you nice red cheeks glowing below me. I stop and start to slide my fingers to your wet pussy and start to finger fuck you plunging two thick fingers in and out of you bringing you close to your orgasm. 

"Are you ready for the paddle now?" I ask her as I pull out my fingers, pick up the paddle, and start to rub it over your sensitive ass cheeks. 

"Oh no Sir! Please not the paddle!" I hear you whine. 

"Shush," I tell you. I then give your ass one slap causing you a short cry. I then push the handle of the paddle into your dripping pussy and start to fuck you with it hard and fast. My fingers of my other hand are under you rubbing your rock hard clit.  

I hear your moans increase in pitch and volume. "May I cum Sir? Please please please let me cum. I have learned my lesson. I need to cum Sir please let me cum." 

I concentrate on fingering your clit faster. "Cum for me My Little Girl. Let me hear you cum for me." 

You cry out, "Oh Fuck! OHHHHHHHHH. GOD! AAAAAAAHHHHH!" As you cum hard, I see your body shake from the strength of your orgasm. "Oh you've got to be kidding me! Oh God!. Grrrrrrrr." I hear you as the volume starts to get softer till it sounds like a purr. I take the paddle out of your pussy and then untie your hands and lay down next to you. 

"You are a good girl Susan. I hope you remember that I like you just as you are. I love your body, mind, and soul. Do not think that you are less then who you are. You are more beautiful and sensual then those brainless eighteen year olds you train." I give you a kiss and roll over onto my back. "Now come here Little Girl and show me how you feel about me." Smiling you roll over and start to undress me. "Yes Sir," you say smiling. 



Punishment Due



- Day 1 -

In hindsight, it was one of the moronic things I had ever done! The only excuse I can offer is that I was a bored 19 years old on a hot summer's afternoon. Mother and I had gone into town to go shopping. She had bought some clothes for me, but most of the afternoon had been looking for boutiques for Mom. It was my last summer of freedom before fall semester began, and This was "NOT" how I wanted to spend my time.

I suggested that I go browse some shops my myself while she did her shopping, but she said she wanted me with her who could help her decide what things looked good on her. I didn't really want to or enjoyed it, but it was one of those things you just got to do. 

So, I trailed after her, offering comments on items she tried on. She had bought a couple of skirts, and was looking for some shoes to match when "it" happened. Bored out of my mind, I was feeling kind of mischievous. Mom was wearing a long, light summer dress which caressed around her legs. She had lowered herself down to look at the bottom rack of a display; her long dress pooled around her. I, idiotically, moved my foot so that it was pinning the dress to the floor. I figured that she would try and stand, fail, and maybe topple over, nothing more. A bit of harmless mischief which I'd apologize for and pretend to be a simple accident.

However, as fate would have it, I over-estimated the strength of the material of the dress, and when she raised up quickly, the dress was just not going to hold her down, and so it ripped all around the waist! She stood with half her dress around her ankles. I just stood there stunned, staring at her, for, as fate would have it, being such a hot summer day, Mom had decided to go out without any panties. So now I found myself staring at her firm, naked butt!

Several other people in the boutique saw her as well, and there was a round of giggles and gasps. Mom twisted around toward me, her face red with embarrassment, and I got a rather good look at her tuft of black hair that marked her pussy.

At that moment, a woman's voice said "I bet she won't find shoes to go with "that" outfit!, and everyone laughed. Mom was just frozen in time, paralyzed with sudden shock at what was happening. I just stared at her nakedness, feeling aroused as my cock became erect. I suddenly became aware that she could see the bulge in my jeans, and I could see a frown come across her face as her eyes came down to take in the fact that my foot was still on her dress.

Her face and eyes showed anger and fury. I stepped back, just as a salesgirl hurried my over to my Mother and ushered her off to the back room. She emerged minutes later wearing a skirt she had bought, into which the remains of her original dress were tucked. She swept toward me, grabbed my arm in an iron grip, and hauled me from the boutique, and dragged me as fast as she could towards the car. We hurried at a fast pace to the car, Mom never letting go of my arm and forcing me to stumble and jog just to keep up with her while attempting to keep my balance. As we approached the car, she basically threw me inside and we drove off. I started to speak up, but she cut me off.

"SHUT UP! I don't want a word out of you, until we get home!"

When we arrived home, I was told to wait in the living room while she changed. I sat on the edge of the sofa, trembling with fear and guilt. I really didn't mean things to get out oh hand. God only knows what Mom would do when she came downstairs, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it! Minutes later she came down wearing shorts and a tank top. It was her usual outfit around the house for the summer. Yet in light of recent events, I couldn't help noticing the way she emphasized her figure. She sat beside me and quietly asked me to explain my actions. I choked out the truth, that I was feeling bored and wanted to play a little trick, but that it went out of control and turned horribly wrong!

"So, you meant to humiliate me, but not as much as it did?"

"Not humiliate, I just..."

"You think that falling into a display of shoes wouldn't be humiliating?"

"Well, I suppose it would, but..."

"So, you "DID" mean to humiliate me? Didn't you?'

"Ummm, well, yes, perhaps a little, but I didn't think..."

"No, you didn't, did you?"

The anger in her voice was rising again. She leaned back and looked hard at me.

"Stand up and take off your clothes. I want you naked, young man, right now!"

Blushing, I looked into her eyes and realized I'd better obey, so I got up and undressed. I didn't know what was coming, but I knew I deserved it for embarrassing my Mother like I did. When I finished undressing, I turned to face her. She stared at me, and I blushed even more.

"Ok. Stand facing the window, hands on your head, legs apart."

I assumed to position,. It felt so strange to be doing this, and I started to worry about what Mom had in store for me. She stood up, and walked slowly around me. She stopped behind me and leaned forward, and whispered in my ear.

"You'd better get used to this. Because from this day forward, you're going to be naked all the time unless I say different. I've never been so ashamed or embarrassed as I was today, and I am going to make damn sure you know how it felt!"

She went and sat down on the recliner next to the window. She stared at me for some time before speaking.

"I want you to realize that your punishment for this is going to be very different from anything you'd had before. I'm not just going to spank you, I'm going to spank you like you've never been spanked before? However, you're also going to be humiliated. I'm going to do everything I can to embarrass you, tease you and generally make you feel frustrated and wretched. Maybe then you'll understand how I felt today."

I stood in front of her, trembling. I had never seen my Mom like this before. It was obvious that she was deeply upset at what happened, and she was going to take it all out on me! I stared at her, my eyes full of fear. Suddenly she rose to her feet.

"Keep your hand on your head and follow me."

I followed her upstairs to her bedroom She picked up a rather large wooden hairbrush from her dressing table, then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Come over here and lay across my lap."

I moved trembling towards her. The hairbrush looked terrifying, and I was dreading the feel of it.

"P-please Mom. I-I'm really sorry for what happened. I didn't mean it to go so far, really I didn't!"

She just stared at me.

"Get over my knee right now! I don't care what you intended to happen. What I'm concerned with is what "DID" happen, and it was your fault! So get over here and take what's coming to you!"

Slowly I lowered myself onto the bed and lay across my Mother's knee. Shaking with fear. I knew this was going to be bad. Very, very bad.

Mom made a couple of minor adjustments to my position, then suddenly brought the brush down hard once on my exposed ass. SMACK! My ass exploded in pain, and I yelled and jerked my legs. She then began to spank me rapidly, smacking the brush down as hard as she could.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I yelled and screamed on her lap as the heavy wooden brush set fire to my ass.

"This is just the beginning."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You're going to get plenty of this over the next few days."

I didn't have the breath to respond. Mom's strokes were coming thick and fast. And I was just gasping and howling. The pain grew rapidly in my tortured state, and I could feel the bruises forming. Tears streamed down my face as she continued to spank me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She continued for about three more minutes, the room echoed to the dull splat of the brush, and my own sobs and cries. Mom spanked my ass with her brush like a woman possessed. I'd been spanked by her plenty of times before, but never with such venom and fire. The pain was immense, and I lay limp across her knee sobbing, my face red and streaked with sweat and tears as she continued.

Eventually she stopped, and I could hear her breathing heavily. We both were still and silent, Mother panting and me sobbing.

"Stand up and put your hands on your head. And if you touch your ass, we'll do all this again!"

I stood up gingerly and did as I was told, wincing from the pain in my ass. Mom stood and piled all the pillows from the bed up near the edge. Then she went over to a drawer and took out her strap. This was a special strap she made herself from two identical belts stitched together for extra thickness and weight. I had felt it only a couple times before, when Mom thought I needed a particularly severe punishment. She smacked it against her hand and I shuddered and trembled.

"Lie on the bed, over the pillows. I want that ass nice and high."

"Oh please, Mom! Please, you can't! I'm sorry, really I am. I can't take anymore, it hurts so much!"

"This is your first and last warning! If you argue with me again, I'll tie you down and use the strap on your balls, is that clear?

Her voice was filled with menace. I climbed onto the bed with trembling fear. The pillows pushed my ass high, and I shivered at how vulnerable it made me feel.

The strapped hissed through the air and bit my already tortured ass.

WACK!

I went rigid and howled as the heavy leather landed seemed to tear into my flesh.

"There! (WACK!) Maybe this (WACK!) will teach you (WACK!) not to try (WACK!) to embarrass (WACK!) your (WACK!) Mother!

"Please, Mommy! (WACK!) Pease! (WACK!) Aaahhh! (WACK!) I'm s-sorry! (WACK!) Aaahhh!"

I wailed, but Mom wasn't listening. Again and again the strap arched through the air and landed on my ass. Mom grunted quietly with each stroke, really putting her whole body behind each swing. After several more strokes, she paused.

"I'm going to give you five more strokes, and I want you to count them out loud and say "thank you, Mommy" after each one. If you make a mistake, you get two extra strokes."

WACK! "Ooowww! O-one, thank you, Mommy!" 

WACK! "Aaahhh! T-two, thank you, Mommy!"

WACK! "Ooohhh! Three, thank you, Mommy!"

WACK! "Ooowww! F-four, thank you, Mommy!"

WACK! "Aaahhh! F-five, thank you, Mommy!"

With that, I collapsed crying on the bed. Mom put down the strap and knelt beside me.

"Well darling. I hope that quick flash of my pussy was worth all that pain. You realize of course, that this was only the beginning. You're going to get at least one more spanking before bedtime. Now, Mommy is going to rub some cream onto your ass to soothe it. We want to keep those cheeks nice, soft and sensitive, now don't we?"

She giggled, and stroked my hair as I lay still, weeping quietly into the bed as Mom got some cream and started gently massaging it into my ass. It burned lice ice at first, but soon I felt the pain start to subside slightly.

For the rest of the day I followed Mom around the house, still naked. When she decided to sit in the living room and read, I lay on the sofa beside her, so she could glance at my bruised and battered ass whenever she felt like it. When she went to make dinner, I helped her when I could, otherwise I stood in the corner, hands on my head. Dinner was agony. I asked Mom if I could kneel at the table to save my torn up ass, but she insisted I sit normally. My eyes were full of tears throughout the meal. When it was over, I did the dishes while Mom watched TV in the living room. I stood in the corner again for about an half hour, when she finally relented and allowed me to lie on the sofa with her.

At 9, she switched off the TV and told me to follow her upstairs to her room. My blood ran cold as I walked after her. She said I would be getting another spanking, but I still aching from the last one. I didn't know what would happen if I had to take further punishment. As soon as we entered her bedroom, She sat on the edge of the bed.

"Lay over my knee. Time for another spanking!"

I stared at her imploringly, tears welling up in my eyes. I was about to protest, but then I remembered what she had said would happen if I did. I wasn't sure if it was an empty threat or not, but I certainly wasn't going to risk getting the strap across my balls. I went over and lay across her lap, trembling with anxiety. Mom reached down and gently massaged my tender ass.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm not going to spank you ass. It's had quite enough punishment for today. But your thighs haven't been touched yet, so I'm going to make them nice and red to match your ass!"

With that, she brought her hand down hard across my right thigh.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I grunted at the impact as she spanked my thighs vigorously, her hand beating a deep red pattern on my thigh. She concentrated solely on my right thigh until it was burning like fire, and I was crying loudly. Then she switched to my left and gave me the same treatment.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

When she was done, she ordered me to stand up and face away from her, hands on my head. I stood there staring at the wall while she studied my ass and thigh. She ran her fingertips lightly over my bruised ass, and my cock twitched in spite of myself. Mom chuckled behind me.

"Well, you do have nice, red cheeks. And your thighs match beautifully. I can't wait until tomorrow, You'll be lying over Mommy's knee and squealing like a little pig, won't you darling?"

I blushed furiously.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

She laughed again.

"Good. Now come into the bathroom and we'll give you a shower."

Mom led me into the bathroom and ushered me into the shower. She then turned it on and made me stand under it while she adjusted the temperature until it was pleasantly warm, she soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed me vigorously all over. I didn't dare protest, and just stood there humiliated as she scrubbed me down. To my intense embarrassment she even grabbed my cock and scrubbed that, peeling back the foreskin so as to wash it gingerly. My cock became erect under her manipulation, but she just seemed to ignore it. I soon went limp when she finished off by roughly scrubbing my aching ass. She took the showerhead in her hand and rinsed me off. When I stepped out of the shower, she was holding a towel with she proceeded to rub me dry, just as if I was a small boy. Then she knelt behind me and rubbed lotion onto my ass and thighs, which eased the pain.

"Now, go over there and stand in the corner, hand your head facing the wall. I'm going to have a shower, and I want you where I can keep an eye on you. I'm not having you sneaking off and doing something dirty! And if you try and peek at me, you'll wish you had never been born! Understand?"

"Y-yes, Mommy!"

I hurriedly went to stand in the corner. I listened intently to the sounds of my mother undressing behind me. It was torture to know she was there naked, but that I couldn't see her. Then I heard the shower to start, and my cock grew hard as I imagined her firm naked body all wet and soapy. I desperately wanted to reach down and touch myself, but the ache in my ass warned me that this would be a very bad idea!

Very, very bad indeed!

When Mom had showered, she went into the bedroom. She came back a moment later and told me to turn around. She was dressed in a thin teddy which came half way down her thighs. The neckline was fairly modest, there was no disguising the swell of her breasts, or indeed her other exciting curves.

"Time for bed. I want you to come sleep with me from now on. If you're in bed with me, I'll know instantly if you're playing with yourself, and I warn you that you'll be punished very harshly if I even so much as suspect your hand has touched your cock. Understand?

I blushed and nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Mom just smiled.

"Good, now let's get some sleep. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow!"

That night was dreadful. I slept , but unable to relax because of my Mother next to me. Her scent and the feeling of her body so close to me was intoxicating. I kept telling myself she was my Mother, that what I was feeling was wrong, but it was no use. I was horny as hell, and my cock was stiff as a brick the whole night. I did reach down and stroke my cock lightly, but I didn't dare do anything else for fear of waking her. Finally exhaustion overcame me and I dropped off into a deep sleep.

- Day 2 -

In the morning, I awoke to discover that Mom was already up and about. I stumbled downstairs and found her in the kitchen. Smiled and said she was glad to see I remembered to remain naked, which made me blush. I had coffee, bacon and eggs, and then helped her clear the dishes. When we were done, I cringed, as she turned to me.

"Now, bend over the table, please. It's time for your first spanking of the day!"

My ass was still aching, but I did as I was told. I bent over the table, and Mom picked up a wooden spatula. She lightly tapped it against her palm as she looked at me.

"I fear that your ass has faded it color overnight. It's not as red and shiny as it was. I guess I'm going to have to work at it until it's nicely colored again."

She giggled as she plaved her hand on the small of my back, then swung the spatula hard against my ass. It stung a bit, and I grunted. Mom then started to spank me with a steady rhythm, bringing the spatula down first one cheek then the other. It was a less frenzied pace that the previous day. I squirmed slightly as my ass grew hot, nut Mom pressed down more firmly on my back and kept spanking away.

"Keep still, and don't struggle about so much, or I'll tie you to the table and fetch the strap."

I did my best to keep still as she continued spanking me. My quiet grunts turned to cries and sobs until my ass was red and aching. After a short time she stopped spanking me.

"Hmmm, I think that will do for now. Stand up and face me."

I did as she asked, with tear filled eyes.

"That's a good boy. Bad boys should have a hot, red ass."

I nodded miserably, as her smile faded.

"When I ask you a question I expect a proper answer."

"Yes Mom."

She looked at me critically.

"Little boys say "Mommy". Since you're a bad little boy, I will talk like one, and that means calling me "Mommy" from now on. Understand?"

"Yes Mommy."

She grinned at me.

That's better. If you forget, you'll get the strap. Now tell me what you are and what you should have said."

"Please Mommy, I'm a bad little boy and I should have a hot, red ass."

As I blushed, Mom laughed loudly, and I blushed even more.

The day wore on quickly, all things considered. Mom set me a variety of chores to do around the house. She would look in on me from time to time, just to check. I did as I was told. I was expecting to be punished about lunchtime, but I was not. After lunch, I just went back to my chores. I relaxed a bit, and thought the spanking part was over, and all I had to do was endure the humiliation of being naked around the house.

At 4, Mom called me into her bedroom. When I entered, she handed me a pair of her panties. They were white cotton with little blue flowers, and edged with lace.

"Put these on."

She watched with glee as I pulled on her panties. My face was blushed bright red as I stood before her in such feminine attire, and she was clearing enjoying my discomfort.

She led me to my room and told me to put on shorts and a t-shirt.

"we're just going out for a little while. Much as I would like to take you out in public naked. But I think that knowing you have frilly panties on under your shorts should make you sufficiently uncomfortable."

She chuckled and I blushed. It was not a good feeling.

We drove to town, and to my surprise, we returned to the boutique where this whole nightmare started. Just before we entered, Mom leaned close to me and whispered in my ear.

"Once we get inside, you are to go along with everything I say, ok? If you do anything, and I do mean "ANYTHING", to contradict me in any way, then you'll wish you'd never been born! Understood?"




Punishment Due



Her voice was quiet, but intense and menacing.

"I understand Mommy."

She smiled, then took my hand and marched me into the shop.

We entered, and Mom told me to wait while she went over and talked to one of the salesgirls. The shop was clearly just about to close, and once the last customers had left, another salesgirl went and locked the doors. Mom beckoned me over, and we went into the back so as not to be visible from the front. There were two people there, who Mom introduced as Barbara, the manager, and Joanna, the assistant. I recognized Barbara as the woman who had helped Mom the previous day, and I was pretty sure Joanna had been there too. They were both smiling at me.

"Since Barbara and Joanna were the ones who witnesses your little joke yesterday, I thought it only fair that they should help to punish you. After all, it was hardly good for their business to have something like this happen. So I think you should apologize to them."

I blushed, then looked up at the two smiling women.

"I-I'm very sorry if I caused you any embarrassment, and I'm sorry if it caused any trouble for your shop."

Barbara smiled at me.

"That's alright, apology accepted. You realize that we're going to have to punish you?"

"Yes Barbara."

Barbara turned to Joanna.

"Did you find something appropriate?"

Joanna grinned at her.

"Oh yes, I think I've found just the thing."

She turned and opened a box on the seat next to her, taking out a leather paddle.

"Just right for spanking naughty boys with!"

Mom turned to me, and I stared at her in horror.

"Oh yes. I've decided that Barbara and Joanna are both going to put you over their knee and spank you. Now take your clothes off!"

I realized why Mom made me wear panties! I also remembered her warning to play along. I slowly undressed, removed my shoes and shirt first, then lowered my shorts. So, red with embarrassment I lowered my shorts and revealed the lacy panties. Joanna giggled, and I heard a sharp gasp from Mom. Barbara looked puzzled.

"Aren't those a bit feminine for him?"

Mom looked shocked.

"Yes they are! Because they're mine! I knew the little pervert jerked off in my panties, but never knew he wore them!"

I blushed, partly because of the shame at being seen in my Mother's panties, but also because it was true that I had jerked off in her panties a few times. I had always been careful, and was sure she never knew of my little habit. Clearly I had been wrong!

I wasn't sure if Barbara was taken in by this little twisted game, but Joanna was. She stared at me in fascination and to my disbelief I felt my cock start to tingle and become slightly erect in the panties. Barbara reached over and touched my Mother's arm.

"Never mind dear. Let's get on with it. You can sort the rest out at home."

She turned to me.

Come on, little panty boy! Get your panties down and bend over Joanna's knee. It's time we warmed up that little ass of yours!"

I quickly removed the panties, and placed myself across Joanna's knee. Barbara handed her the leather paddle, and she to it gingerly. She rubbed the cool leather teasingly over my cheeks, enjoying her new found power. Then I felt the paddle lifted, only to come crashing down with a terrific WACK!

I yelped, and heard Joanna giggle. She rapidly struck me twice more, then paused.

"Mmmm, look at his ass turn red!"

"Get on with it, Joanna! Spank him, or let me have him!"

There was an intensity to Barbara's voice chilled me to the bone. Joanna began to spank me with a firm rhythm. She was not experienced or accurate spanker, but made up for it in enthusiasm. Before long my yelps turned to wails, and tears filled in my eyes as my sensitive ass received another spanking.

After a time, Barbara told Joanna to let me up, and had me stand in front of her.

Instead of having me across her knee, she took me by the shoulders, and stared into my eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've given a good spanking. Especially to a disgusting little brat who would tear his Mother's dress in public and then strut around in her panties! I'm really going to enjoy this!"

She pulled my trembling body across her knee and grasped the paddle. She made a couple adjustments to my position and then started to spank me. It was Obvious from the first stroke that Barbara really knew what she was doing. Her blows rained down in a fury, each blow more devastating than the last. I yelled and twisted on her lap as a white hot fire lit my tortured ass. The room echoed to the crack of the paddle, and the yells and cries which tore from my body.

I looked across at my Mother, who was watching intently. It was hard to make out her expression, but she was clearly enjoying the scene. There was an intensity in her expression which I hadn't seen before.

My ass was on fire, aching and throbbing with fury. Barbara continued to paddle me viciously for a few more minutes, before finally stopping. She sat back, breathing hard, and I rose to my feet slowly, tears running down my face as I stood slowly upright. 

"Turn around and let me see your ass!"

I turned, my face red with shame and humiliation, to allow my Mother to inspect me.

"Well, you've done an excellent job ladies. I have never seen his ass so red! It's beautiful."

She told me to get dressed and not to forget my panties, at which they all laughed.

When Mom stood to leave, Barbara asked what she was going to do about my stealing her panties. I looked at her, and saw an unpleasant gleam in her eye. She smiled wickedly.

"I keep a rather special strap at home for little perverts like this."

We walked to the boutique entrance, and Mom smiled at Barbara and Joanna, and thanked them for their help.

Mom was livid as we drove home.

"You should have seen your face when your had to drop your shorts and show them your cute little panties!"

I sat there silently, blushing furiously. I was embarrassed, and yet I couldn't help but think how my cock got hard when I showed them my panties. There was something strangely exciting about being humiliated like that.

"and you didn't cause any trouble, either. You see, you can be a good boy when you want to!"

That evening, the weather grew hot and muggy. I was glad to be naked. Mom changed into her top and shorts and we sat in the living room and watched TV. After a time, Mom turned off the TV, and stood facing me.

"Time for punishment! Stand in the middle of the room, quickly now!"

I quickly obeyed, stood with legs apart, hands on head. Mom smiled and told me to wait as she left the room and was back with the strap.

"Please, Mommy! Not the strap, not after this afternoon!"

"Now come on. I'm sure your ass can take a little more. Si bend over and grab your ankles, and let's get this over with."

I bent over and gripped my ankles. For a brief moment the room was still. Then I heard the strap hiss in the air before landing across my ass with a thundering WACK!

I yelled as the leather bit into my already torn ass. I could feel the hot, burning stripe left by the impact. She delivered a few more strokes, then inched her way down to my thighs. I yelled as she beat me without mercy. I lost count of how many strokes I received.

"There! (WACK!) That's what I call (WACK!) a well (WACK!) punished (WACK!) ass! (WACK!)"

She added a few more strokes.

"Stand up straight."

I slowly stood, wincing from the burning fire of my ass.

"Assume the position!"

I quickly parted my legs and had my hands on my head. My body dripped sweat, my face flushed. My Mother stood the breathing hard and sweating as she looked at me.

"Well, we've had a good day. Did you like getting spanked in the boutique?"

"N-no Mommy?"

She smiled.

"Really? I thought all boys liked being naked around women. Didn't you enjoy showing them your cock? You've got a cute little cock, I'd thought you'd like to show it off."

I could feel my cock harden. Mom noticed.

"I knew you liked it! Otherwise you would not be hard now!"

I blushed, but said nothing.

"If you're getting hard, you must have enjoyed it, right?"

"Y-yes Mommy."

Mom grinned at me.

Let's go and shower and get into bed."

The routine followed the same as before, with Mom scrubbing e and then making me stand in the corner while she showered. Because of the heat, she did not bother to dress, but simply crawled into bed naked.

The muggy heat made it difficult to sleep, and I tossed and turned. By having my Mother naked next to me made it even more difficult. In the moonlight through the curtains, I stared at her curvaceous body, at the firm swell of her tits and ass. My cock grew hard as I imagined what it would be like to have that body pressed up against mine, to feel her flesh against mine. I felt guilty for having such thoughts about my Mother, but I was so aroused by the vents of the past couple days that I decided to risk it all.

I slid off the bed gently, care not to wake her. I knelt on the floor and started to jerk off while staring at my naked Mom. In no time I began panting as my orgasm was coming.

Suddenly, Mom rolled over and looked into my eyes. I froze in shock and terror.

"Didn't I tell you not to do that?"

"Yes Mommy."

She sat up, turned the bedside lamp on, sitting up and reached for her paddle.

"Come over here, and get across my lap. You're a disgusting little pervert, getting hard and looking at your own Mother. When I'm through with you, you won't feel like jerking off!"

I rose, my cock still hard and bobbing as I walked over to her. I lay across her lap and she settled me into position. Before long I was crying and she began spanking my ass mercilessly. As I wriggled and struggled, my ass on fire, my hard cock brushed up against my Mother's pussy as it slipped between her thighs. My Mother was aroused, her pussy was hot and wet.

I was caught between arousal and agony as the intensity of the situation overwhelmed me, and I came, shooting cum all over the inner thighs of my Mother.

She stopped immediately, and pushed me onto the floor. I looked up at her, entranced by her nakedness and how flushed she was.

"Lick it up! Lick me clean, you little bastard!"

Shivering with fear and arousal, I bent down and licked my cum off her thighs. I could smell her arousal and I licked her. I looked nervously at her when I finished, seeing the fierce glare in her eyes.

"Go to your room. We'll deal with this tomorrow."

I rushed to my room, laid on the bed, trying to come to terms with all that just happened. Trying to understand why I was so aroused. I heard soft moans coming from my Mom's room, moans which grew in intensity and ended in a cry. I realized she just had an orgasm. It was a long time before I finally went to sleep.

- Day 3 -

I rose late the next morning. I went into the kitchen and had breakfast. I was sitting and eating, when Mom walked in, wearing only a black bra and thing. I just stared at her, my cock instantly hard as she stood there, watching me with a faint smile on her lips.

"Stand up and assume the position."

I jumped to my feet as I was told, with Mom staring at my erect cock.

"Oh dear! I was hoping that you wouldn't do that again. Now I see that you really are a little pervert. What am I going to do?"

Mom moved, stood over my shoulder and whispered into my ear.

"I spanked you last night, and you came all over my thighs! Do you need a really harsh spanking?"

I was trembling now, overcome with arousal and fear and all manner of emotions.

"I-I don't know Mommy."

"Well I do."

"P-please Mommy! P-please don't beat me!"

Mom reached down and flicked the head of my cock.

"But, this is still hard. You must still be excited. Now you little pervert, bend over the table and wait while I fetch the strap!"

Crying, I bent over the table while she retrieved the strap. She stood behind me insilence for a moment, then lifted the strap and came down hard across my ass. I yelled as the leather bit into my already throbbing ass. Again, and again the strap fell, and I screamed. The pain was unforgiving, and I knew not how many more were coming. I danced and howled at each blow.

"Please Mommy! Please stop!"

"Calm down. Just one more and it'll be over."

I heard the strap whistle through the air and land with a resounding WACK! I screamed and jerked against the table, my ass on fire!

I slumped down, and Mom came over and put her arms around me. She hugged me quietly for a time.

"There, there. All over now. Come upstairs, and we'll put some cream on your ass."

We went upstairs and I laid on the bed as Mom massaged cream onto my aching ass. I was relieved that this did not cause me to get aroused, for my ass was aching too much for any of that! Mom left and I dozed off. I was so overwhelmed by everything, and I needed to relax and regain some control. To my relief, Mom left me alone for the rest of the morning.

To Be Continued:



Punishment Due: The Conclusion Ch. 01



This story comes elements of some extreme nature. In comparison to Part 1, this story is from the Mother's point of view and is not as dark. 

-Day 7-

It was late afternoon as I sat downstairs, trying to decide how best to begin the evening festivities. On a whim I decided to go upstairs and see what my little pervert was doing. I crept quietly to the boy's room and paused outside. His door was closed, but there was a keyhole. I stooped and peered through it. I caught my breath as I saw my son stretched out naked on his bed, his erect cock in hand. Clearly it was time to start work on him, and this presented me with the perfect excuse. I straightened up, and opened the door, feigning a casual tone.

"I'm making some tea, would you like..."

My voice trailed off as I stepped into the room and saw him naked on the bed. He cried out in shock, and lay there frozen. I was silent as I crossed the room.

"How dare you! You dirty little pervert!"

He lay still, too scared and embarrassed to move. His hand was still clutched around his cock, which was now totally limp. I stared at him fiercely.

"Stand Up!"

He did as he was told, clasping his hands over his cock and balls.

"Hands on your head!"

He did as he was told. I stared at him critically.

"That's better. It's not like you've got much to hide now is it? I'm hardly shocked by the sight of that pathetic little thing."

He squirmed in embarrassment at my brutal dismissal of his manhood. I glared fiercely at my quivering son.

"I won't stand for this kind of behavior. I won't!

His eyes prickled with tears of humiliation. I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Come with me. A dirty little boy like you needs to get thoroughly cleaned up to wash that filth off, and then I going to punish you severely for your wickedness."

I haul him out of his room and into the bathroom. I picked up a wash cloth, held it under the tap while lathering it up with soap. When it was heavily lathered, I pulled him up to the sink.

"Open your mouth, I'm going to wash it our for you."

He was too scared to protest, he reluctantly opened his mouth. I stuck the soapy cloth inside, twisting, rubbing soap all around his mouth. He choked a bit on the foul taste, and muffled coughing noises. His arms reached up to grab my hand, but I grabbed one wrist and twisted it behind his back.

"Don't you dare touch me! Just stand there and take it you dirty boy."

I continued soaping his mouth for another minute, then tugged the cloth out, as he started sputtering and coughing, and I gave him a few moments to compose himself. I then filled the sink with warm water and swirled the soap around in it until the water was murky with lather. I went to the cupboard and took out a large syringe. His eyed it nervously as I moved back to the sink.

"This is an enema syringe."

I filled it with water.

"You bend over the sink and stick your ass up. Then I can "really" clean you out."

Trembling, he bent over the sink, I placed the nozzle between his ass cheeks and pushed it in none too gently into his asshole. He grunted with the intrusion, then began to moan as I pushed hard on the plunger, forcing the water into his bowels. Once the syringe was empty, I held the position, watching him wiggle about as he felt his insides swollen and cramping.

"Now when I take the syringe out, you may sit on the toilet and release the water. Don't you dare let any leak out anywhere."

I withdrew the syringe and he hurried to the toilet, sitting down heavily and letting the water rush out of him. When he recovered, I grabbed his arm and shoved him into the shower, turned the water on, and proceeded to wash him with a large scrubbing brush, rubbing vigorously until his skin was red all over. He moaned slightly as I lathered and wash his little cock and balls. The little shit got a hard on as a result. I ignored it. I turned him around, bent him over slightly, and rub and soaped his asshole. When I was done, I pulled him out of the shower and threw a towel at him.

"Come on, dry yourself off, and be damn quick about it."

He hurriedly obeyed. When finished, I reached out and grabbed his little cock and balls.

"Right! Let's go to my room."

I dragged him along the landing , while he trotted and whimpered behind me. I pulled the stool out from my dressing table, and picked up a large hairbrush. I sat down and hauled my shivering son over my knee. I stared for a moment at his cute pink ass, loving the perfect roundness and tightness of my son's ass. Then I brought the brush down hard.

"There! This is what happens to dirty little boys in his house!

I began to spank him fiercely with the brush, he screamed and sobbed as I plied the brush viciously, slamming it down hard on his ass with all my might.

"Yes, squeal you little pig! Squeal so Mommy knows you're learning your lesson.

I continued to spank his ass until it was deep crimson. I stopped and pulled him off my knee. He stood in front of me, his face red and streaked with tears, sobbing hoarsely. I waited until he had calmed down slightly, then reached up and took hold of his balls, wrapping my hand around them. I squeezed slightly and he whimpered.

"So, are you going to spend any more time masturbating?"

"N-no, Mommy.

Another squeeze.

"That's good. I'm still concerned though, so I going to keep a firm eye on you from now on. I don't want anymore dirty behavior. I don't expect to see "this" sticking up when it shouldn't"

I slightly smacked his little hard cock.

"If you get an erection again, I want you to come and tell me, and explain to me what caused it. Then I'll decide whether it was justified or not, and whether you need punishment or not. If I catch you getting hard without telling me, you'll be in very serious trouble indeed, understand?"

I squeezed his balls again, maintaining slight pressure as he sobbed.

"Yes Mommy! I promise Mommy!"

I kept my grip tight for a few more seconds, watching my son squirm with unconcealed delight. Then released him.

"Now go to your room and stay there until I say you can come out, and don't bother putting on clothes, I want you to stay naked." Tearfully he went to his room. After a few minutes I undressed and lay naked on my bed, idly playing with my pussy. I began to masturbate in earnest, fingering my sopping pussy until I came. I had a wonderful time with my son, and I knew that this was only the beginning.

After a couple hours, I went down stairs and began to prepare dinner, leaving my son alone in his room. He was shaken by what had happened, and by the seemingly sudden transformation in me. He felt ashamed that he had done something I found so naughty, and scared about what I was going to do next. He waited anxiously for me to call him, his nakedness made him feel particularly vulnerable, it made me feel excited. I eventually called him to come down for dinner.

"Should I get dressed, Mommy?

"Did I tell you to get dressed?

"No, Mommy?"

"Then you don't do it, do you? Now get your ass down here, I'm fed up with shouting at you like this."

He hurried downstairs went into the dining room, looked nervously at me frowning. I kept my face severe, but I was overjoyed to see the look of fear in my son's eyes. It was good to know he was going to be so obedient and easy to control. After dinner, he was sent to was sent to wash the dishes, while I sat in the living room, waiting to implement the next phase of my plan. When he had finished the dishes, he walked nervously into the living room I ordered him to stand in the middle of the room, his hands on his head. Then I stood up and walked slowly around him, looking at his slim, young body. My pussy grew wet as I stared at him, and knew I was going to enjoy myself. I stood in front of him and looked him in the eye.

"From now on, my boy, I'm going to take you firmly in hand. I want you to properly understand your place in life, and in relation to women. Things are going to be very different around here from now on, so you'd better get used to it. If I say do something you do it, with no arguing. If I tell you not to do something, you don't do it, or else you'll be in real trouble. There will be no warnings, no stupid arguments. If you do something I don't like, you'll get punished, understood?

"Yes Mommy."

"Good buy. I like that. When I speak to you from now on, I expect to hear "Yes Mommy" or "No Mommy" as appropriate, and I expect it to sound polite. If you sound grudging or angry, or anything like that, you'll be punished, understood?

"Yes Mommy."

I went over and sat down on the couch, leaving him in position. "Right. Let's understand each other. From now on, you go around naked unless otherwise told. As I stated before, any time you get an erection, you must come and tell me about it. If I catch you doing anything remotely sexual, you'll get a damn good spanking. There are going to be a lot of different things which we are going to do together over the next several weeks. You are also going to do more to help around the house. I engaged a new housekeeper while you were at school, because Mrs. Perkins had to leave to look after a sick relative. Her name is Susan, although you will address her as Miss Jenkins. You will address her the same way you obey me, and she will be in charge of making you pull your weight around here."

I paused to let all of it sink in, and watched him intently. It was obvious the look of horror on his face that he realized that Susan was going to see him naked, yet he had a good sense not to protest. I was pleased about that. I didn't like the idea of my son being a fool. For his part, he was to numb with shock to protest about anything, although he had realized the best thing to do would be to keep his mouth shut.

"Also, I'm going to start disciplining you more regularly. I've been clearly far to lax with you in the past. From now on, you'll get spankings on a regular basis. I shall expect you to submit to all your punishments willingly and without fuss. Any attempt at resistance or arguing, and the punishment will become worse. Do you understand?

"Yes Mommy, I understand.

"Good boy. I'm sure you'll soon get used to things, and we'll be just fine. Now, come over here and sit next to Mommy."

Nervously he sat down on the couch next to me. I put my arm around him. I stroked his shoulder gently, hugging him close to me. He blushed furiously, and tears prickled at his eyes as I looked at his slightly erect cock. I had to admit, that my son had a very nice looking cock, but I knew he would be easier to control and humiliate if he believed otherwise.

"You run along to bed now, we've got a busy day tomorrow."

- Day 8 -

The next morning I woke early, unable to sleep because of my excitement. Today was going to be really special! I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. As usual, I had slept in a long t-shirt, but it didn't seem quite the look I wanted. I quickly changed into a filmy black negligee which barely hid my body at all. I smiled wickedly to myself. This should get him going. I practically skipped down the landing and went straight into his bedroom. He was lying in bed still, his eyes ere open.

"Good morning, baby."

I sat on the edge of his bed.

"Good morning, Mommy."

I could see he was stunned by the sight of me in my sexy negligee. I leaned forward as I spoke to him, making sure my ample cleavage was well displayed.

"Time for you to get up. I want you to go and use the bathroom, wash and clean your teeth, and then come to my room naked, knock on the door and tell me you're ready for me, understood?

"Y-yes, Mommy."

I stood up and turned my back, pretending to look around the room, but in reality just making sure he got a good look at my ass. Then I turned around and stood, hands on my hips. I knew my pussy was visible through the transparent material, and saw with satisfaction the way he was trying to look at it and not look at it at the same time.

"This room is a mess! Later you're going to tidy it up. Come on, up you go!

I stepped forward and yanked the sheet off of him. As I had hoped, when I lifted the sheet, it revealed a bulge in his pajamas. He blushed, and I stared angrily at him.

"What is this?"

I reached down and gave my son's hard cock a tight squeeze.

"What did I tell you yesterday about erections? Well?

He looked forlorn, and his eyes grew moist as he squirmed with embarrassment.

"Y-you s-said I had to tell you when I got one and wh-what caused it."

"That's right. So, why didn't you tell me?

He just looked pleadingly at me. I grabbed his shoulders and hauled him up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, then slapped him across the face. He yelped and tears flowed silently.

"Why didn't you tell me? Tell me now, or you're really in trouble.

"I didn't have one until you came in!

I stared at him, pretending to be shocked.

"You mean you got an erection from looking at me? Your own mother?

"Yes Mommy."

I stepped back from him.

"Right. I want you in and out of that bathroom as quickly as you can. Then come to my room and we'll get started."

With that, I turned and left the room, leaving my son sobbing behind me. Terrified of what was to follow, but not wanting to make it any worse, he quickly went through his normal morning routine, then hurried to my room and knocked on the door. I opened it and looked at him, standing naked before me. I had changed into a pair of black leggings and a white t-shirt, and had a pair of black ankle boots on my feet. The clothes were close fitting and emphasized my figure. I strode over, grabbed him by the arm and marched him back to the bathroom.

"Bend over the sink."

I took the enema syringe from the cabinet, filled it with soapy water and gave him his enema. Then I gave him two more with clean water to rinse him out. The second one I gave him, I pushed hard on the plunger immediately, forcing the water out as fast as it would go and making him gasp and whimper. When he was cleaned up, I marched him downstairs. I took him outside and marched him across the yard. The house was a converted farmhouse, and had a couple of old stables. One had been converted into a garage, the other had served as a variously as a storeroom, a workshop, whatever was needed at the time. I had it cleared out and turned it into a punishment room. A table had been placed in the center, with straps fitted to it. On one wall was a cupboard holding various implements. He gasped as he saw the changes, but had no time to take them in. I marched him over to the table and bent him over, fastening him to it by his wrists and ankles. When I was finished, he was spread out across the table, his legs apart, his arms outstretched. The straps that held him were well-padded, so there was no chafing. I didn't want anything to distract from the pain I was going to inflict. I went to the cupboard and took down a long rattan cane, which I swished through the air. He whimpered as he heard it and his tears began again.

"Oh don't be such a little cry-baby! You'll have plenty to cry about in a moment so save your breath. God, you're a pathetic little sissy sometimes!"

He did his best to stifle his sobs, as I swung the cane a few more times for practice, and then took my stance behind him. I glared gleefully at my son's sooth pale ass, quivering slightly as he shifted around in his bondage. I couldn't wait to get started on them!

"Right boy, we'll start with a traditional six."

I raised the cane and brought it down hard across the center of his ass. He yelled and bucked against the table as the cane bit deeply into his flesh. I grinned fiercely and delivered another stroke, and another. At each one, he cried out and writhed in pain, as a hot line of pain etched itself into his ass. I delivered the next three strokes in rapid succession, creating a crescendo of pain which had him squealing loudly. Then I paused and allowed him some time to recover. He slumped across the table sobbing bitterly. I stood back, breathing hard. It wasn't exertion that was causing me to pant, I was superbly fit and athletic. No, it was excitement that had my pulse racing. I stared at the red welts now etched across my son's ass, and my pussy grew wet and engorged. This was everything I had hoped it would be, and more. It was all I could do not to shove my hand down my pants and finger my clit until I came. But that could wait until later, there was more fun to be had first. I resumed my position and without warning brought the cane down across his thighs. He screamed loudly.

"There you little wimp! That doesn't count for anything, it's just an extra stroke for being a pathetic little cry-baby. Now we're going to start again properly, and I'm going to thrash you for getting an erection from staring at your own mother."

With that, I raised the cane and delivered six strokes, carefully timing each one so that the pain from one stroke was just starting to ebb as the next one landed. By watching his reactions, I was able to create a steady build-up of pain which had him writhing and struggling and yelling out wildly. I paused then to let him recover once more. He lay across the table panting and sobbing, his face dripping with tears, his body gleaming with sweat. His ass was just a mass of pain and heat, and he felt exhausted. He was deeply ashamed by what was happening, particularly as he did feel guilty about getting aroused by me, and deep down thought it was right that he be punished for it. However, he was getting desperate now, and knew he would do anything to make it stop.

"P-please Mommy! P-please, n-no more. I'm s-sorry, really I am!"

I just chuckled.

"And so you should be, you little pervert! We'll stop after the next six, provided you take them well and don't make a fuss."

He wanted to scream when I said that, but he was just enough in control to know that this would only make things worse. So he just lay there and gritted his teeth, waiting for the next stroke. I decided to make the last few strokes last. I took careful aim and delivered a severe stroke, aiming it low so the tip of the cane curled up between his thighs. He shrieked as the cane lit a fire in his inner thigh. I moved around and delivered a similar stroke back-handed, creating the same delicious effect. My panties were soaked now, as I moved around my son like a cat playing with a mouse it has captured. I landed another stroke, making it cross some of the existing welts and producing another howl from him. He was beside himself now, even though he knew the punishment would soon be over. When the next stroke bit into his ass, he finally gave up. He wailed pitifully, and lost control of his bladder, pissing all over the floor. I then delivered two swift and fierce strokes across his ass, even while he was still peeing. Then I stepped back and waited for him to calm down. When the sobs had subsided, I went over and undid the straps, freeing him and helping him to stand. Pain lanced through his body every time he moved, anything which involved moving his hips aggravated the welts across his ass and made them throb. I stared at him contemptuously.

"Come on, we'll go into the house and you can rest for an hour, and I'll rub some cream into your cheeks. Then you can come out here with and mop and bucket and clean this mess up."

I left him lying miserably on his bed and went to my own room. I quickly stripped naked and lady down, my legs wide apart as I gently thrust my fingers inside pussy and began to masturbate. God, it had been good! I couldn't believe just how exciting it had been to thrash my son like that. I massaged my clit frantically with one hand while shoving three fingers in and out of my cunt with the other. I was already very aroused, and it wasn't long before I came, experiencing a truly explosive orgasm which tore through my body.




Punishment Due: The Conclusion Ch. 01



As I lay panting in the afterglow of my orgasm, my senses returned. I realized I had been a bit too hard on him really. I didn't want to do any damage to him, and besides, it meant that I would have to leave him a few days before I could punish him again. Whereas a bit more restraint would mean I could thrash him every day if only I was careful. Still, there were plenty of other things I could do with him. I allowed him to rest for nearly an hour, before leading him to the stable and standing over his as he cleaned the floor. Then I made him a combination late breakfast and early lunch, and allowed him to retire to his room. He was grateful to be allowed to rest, and to his surprise actually fell asleep, despite the throbbing pain in his ass. I left him alone for the rest of the day, and in the evening after dinner we watched TV together as if nothing had happened.

- Day 9 -

The next morning, I woke him up wearing my usual night attire, and was pleased to discover that his cock remained soft. After giving him his usual enema, we sat down to breakfast. Once we were done, I took him to the I used as a study.

"I want you to do some writing for me this morning, son. I want you to understand how things are, and to atone for your appalling behavior. So, this morning, you're going to sit at my desk and write out the phrase 'I'm am a very naughty little boy' five hundred times, understood?"

"Yes Mommy."

I smiled.

"Now, I realize your butt is going to be quite sore today, so if you want to spend time kneeling t the desk instead of sitting, you may do so. Just so long as your lines get done, understood?"

"Thank you, Mommy."

I hugged him.

"Good boy. Now you get to work. I'll look in on you from time to time, and you bring me the lines as soon as you're finished, then we'll find something else for you to do. And don't take too long about it either, unless you want a spanking."

Throughout the morning, he worked away, alternating between kneeling and sitting. I looked on him occasionally, pleased to see that he was doing as he had been told, and enjoying seeing him naked and docile. Finally, he finished his lines and brought them to me, as I inspected them carefully.

"Hmm, not bad. Your handwriting is a bit sloppy, but we can work on that. What are you?

I looked at him pointedly.

"I'm a very naughty little boy, Mommy."

"Good boy! I can see this is going to be easier than I thought, provided you continue to learn quickly. Now, let's go and have some lunch. Then, this afternoon you can do some housework."

The afternoon passed quickly enough for him. The chores he was set were not difficult, or even too unpleasant, just basic cleaning and polishing. By the time we finished dinner that evening, he was beginning to feel a little better about himself. Later that evening, I took him to his room, and said I was going to check his butt and put some more cream on it. He lay on his stomach and tried to relax as I rubbed lotion into his cheeks. As I massaged cream into his cheeks, covering it thoroughly, I then slid a now lubricated finger up his butt hole. He yelped and tried to jerk his hips away. I slapped his butt hard, making it sting.

"Keep still! I want to see how tight your little ass is, so just lie there and take it unless you'd rather have a good spanking."

He tried to relax as I worked my finger in and out of his asshole. He groaned and gripped the sheet as I added a second finger, stretching his hole wider. If felt strange and uncomfortable, but he certainly didn't want to be spanked when his ass was so sore.

For my part, I was enjoying myself immensely. My son had a deliciously tight little ass, and I was enjoying finger-fucking him greatly. My fingers made a wonderfully obscene slurping noise as they slid in and out of his ass. Eventually I stopped and slipped my finger out, as he sighed with relief.

"Yes, you are tight back there. I'll have to do something to loosen you up a little."

He twisted onto his side to look at me.

"Why Mommy? W-why do you have to do that?"

"Because I say so! Because I want to! And because you're going to do as you're told from now on, without asking nosy questions! Stand up!"

I rose myself and stepped back from the bed, as he hurriedly leapt to his feet. I stood over him, with feelings of anger.

"When I say you're going to do something, you do it. I don't want any back talk, understand?"

"Yes Mommy! I understand. I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to be naughty, I was just curious!"

I was mollified slightly by his obvious fear, but decided I had to be tough now to get the message across and establish a good pattern for what was to follow. I stared at his pleading face for a moment, then lashed out, slapping him hard and knocking him back onto the bed. I jumped forward and pinned him face down, and began to spank his ass with my hand. He wailed and sobbed at the sudden onslaught. His ass was still sore from the caning, and my hand made his welts burn as well as adding new pain of their own.

I grew excited as I spanked my son. The thrill of hitting him, the sound of his sobs and squeals, the sense of power and domination, all combined to make my body tingle with lust. I kept spanking until his ass was a deep red all over, and the boy was sobbing steadily. Then I stood up and let him lie on the bed crying.

"Are you going to ask any more stupid questions?"

"N-no, Mommy."

"Good. Now go to bed and I'll see you tomorrow."

I started to leave the room, but was overcome by the sight of my sniveling son. I moved back and reached down between his legs, grabbed his ball in my hand and squeezed gently, making him whimper a little.

"Little cry-baby!"

Then I left the room and hurried to my own, tearing my clothes off and masturbated feverishly while my son cried himself to sleep.

-Day 10 -

The next morning added a new twist to what was becoming the familiar routine for him. Once I had administered his enema, I ordered him to bend over the sink again. He did so, expecting another enema, but instead he felt me pressing something into his butt. He moaned slightly at the intrusion, but did his best to keep still as I inserted a small butt plug into his asshole.

"There! You keep that in there until I remove it. That should help loosen you up a bit back there. Now stand up.

He stood up gingerly, feeling strange with the plug inside him. It narrowed slightly at the base, so that his clutching anus held it snugly in place.

"Any questions about this?"

"No Mommy."

I smiled and reached my hand out to stroke his head.

"Good boy, it's nice to see you learning so quickly. Come with me."

I led him back to my room and took a pair of pink cotton panties from a drawer, handing them to him.

"Put these on, they should fit snugly and help keep the plug in place."

He obeyed, blushing from being made to wear what were clearly girl's panties. I had picked them out carefully, being sure to buy ones which were slightly too small for my son. They fitted very tightly, stretching tautly across his ass and making his cock and balls extremely prominent. I smiled, pleased with the results.

"Oh, that looks lovely. You look quite the little sissy now."

After breakfast, I once more set him to writing lines. This time he was required to write "I an a filthy little pervert", five hundred times. It was uncomfortable at first, having the butt plug inside him, but he gradually grew used to it and his muscles relaxed. I kept the plug inside him all day, and in the afternoon had him wash the kitchen floor. I stood in the doorway for awhile, watching him kneeling down, the pink panties stretched tightly across his taut young ass. I was really enjoying myself. In the evening, I took him to his room and removed the plug from his ass.

"There, that wasn't so bad once you got used to it, now was it?"

"N-no Mommy."

It was true, he had been able to get used to it, but he wasn't sure what the consequences would be, either of admitting the fact, or of contradicting me. I then rubbed cream into his butt, and then put my fingers up his asshole. He grimaced slightly as my fingers plunged into him, while I was smiling as I vigorously finger-fucked his ass. He did seem a bit looser than had the previous night. Before long he would be ready for the next phase.

-Day 11 -

The next moring, I was surprised when I heard him knock at my door before I had gone in to wake him. I sat up and told him to come in. He entered nervously, and I could see that his cock was half-hard.

"I-I woke up with an erection Mommy. It's starting to go down, b-but I thought I had better tell you anyway, like you said."

I smiled, delighted that my son had taken my words to heart so soon.

"That's very good son, I'm proud of you. Come over here, next to the bed."

He moved round and stood nervously beside me.

"Now, what caused you to get an erection?"

"I-I don't know, Mommy. Sometimes I, I just wake up with one."

"That's Ok, boys often wake up hard, don't worry. I just wondered if it was anything else. Now, what do you normally do when you wake up hard like that?"

"I-I play with myself."

"Well, go on then."

"You, you mean, now?"

"That's right, honey. Play with that little cock for me, right now." He stared at me in embarrassment, then I glared at him, he quickly reached down and began to masturbate himself. His cock was now totally limp, but he did his best, moving his hand up and down, as I looked at him impatiently.

"Are you going to get hard soon? I don't want to be here at this all morning."

I stared for another minute or so, as he pulled futilely on his cock, tears of humiliation beginning to well in his eyes. Finally, I reached out and replaced his hand with my own. I briskly stroked and fondled his cock, while he gasped at the sudden touch of my hand. His cock leapt to attention as he realized he was being jerked off by his own Mother. I continued to stroke him until he was fully erect, then lay back.

"Now finish it off yourself."

Still stunned by what happened, he grabbed his cock and began to pump it furiously. I took a tissue from the box by my bed and placed it on the mattress next to me without a word. He took the hint and aimed his cock at it, and before long he came. Such was his excitement, that his first spurt shot over the tissue and landed on the sheet, the rest falling on the tissue and soaking it. When he had finished, I gingerly picked up the tissue, and then gestured imperiously at the splash on my sheet.

"Lick that up you clumsy brat! He stared at me hesitantly, then slowly bent forward and licked the sheet, clearly unwilling to swallow his own semen. I watched this performance for a moment, then took hold of his hair and twisted his head around.

"If I tell you to eat come, you eat it! Understand?"

Yes, Mommy."

Have I not made myself clear yet? When I tell you to do something, you damn well do it it and do it fast! Understand?"

"Yes Mommy. I'm sorry Mommy!"

I relaxed and let go of his hair. He straightened up slowly, rubbing his head, while I sat up in bed and threw back the covers. My nightie had ridden up, and he could see all of my legs, and jus a hint of pussy hair beneath the hem. I grinned at him, then pointed across the room.

"Bring me one of my slippers."

He quickly picked up the slipper and walked across the room to me, his eyes wide and pleading. I shifted myself into the center of the bed, my back propped up on a pillow resting against the headboard.

"Over my knee, boy. I think it's time we taught you another lesson in obedience."

He whimpers softly and climbs onto the bed, draping himself across my lap as indicated. I looked down at him. The welts on his cheeks had faded considerably now, and I was confident he could take a good spanking. In a sudden fir of sadism I decided to make my son wait a little bit.

"You were a naughty boy, weren't you?"

I tapped his ass lightly with the slipper, silently loving the way he flinched.

"Y-yes Mommy."

"Yes Mommy. And now you're going to get a good spanking, aren't you?"

His whole body was tense now, as he waited for the punishment to begin.

"Y-yes M-Mommy."

I stared at him, seeing the tautness of his muscles, the sweat forming on his skin.

"Yes Mommy, and it's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"Y-yes Mommy."

I could contain myself no longer.

"Here we go!"

I brought the slipper down hard across his ass. He yelled, as much because of the release of the tension as the pain. I pressed my left hand down on the small of his back, while my right hand plied the slipper as fast as I could. He writhed and sobbed across my thighs as I spanked him, his face streaked with tears. My pussy grew wet, and the smell of pussy juice filled the room, mingled with sweat. I watched hungrily as his cheeks grew pink, and then red. Only when it was red all over, did I stop and throw the slipper down. He lay slumped over my lap, and I pulled him off of me and made him stand next to the bed. I sat up in front of him, my legs wide, my wet pussy on display. I could see him staring at it, and was pleased. I wanted him to know how much this turned me on.

"Are you going to do as you're told from now on?"

"Y-yes Mommy!"

"Well you'd better, unless you want more of that. Now get yourself along to the bathroom, clean yourself up, then come back here, and be quick about it!"

He ran from the room, and I threw myself back on the bed, my hands fingering my aching pussy.

The rest of the morning continued as before. I gave him his enema and inserted the butt plug into his ass. Then I gave him a new pair of panties to wear, white this time, but with lace around the legs and waist. After breakfast I let him write lines again. This time he had to write 'I am a sissy little cry-baby.' I could tell he was embarrassed by this, and I loved it. When he brought her the completed lines, his face was red. I made a cursory check of his work, and then looked at him.

"So, what are you?"

"I'm a sissy little cry-baby, Mommy."

"I'm sorry? You'll have to speak up a little."

"I'm a sissy little cry-baby."

"Louder."

"I'm a sissy little cry-baby!"

"You certainly are. Come on sissy, let's go have some lunch."

After lunch, I took him into the living room and sat him down on the couch with me. He looked at me nervously. He had been expecting to get chores to do, and he was worried by the change in routine. I put my arm around his shoulder.

"Now then, I think it's time you learned some skills for pleasuring a woman. God knows, that tiny cock of yours isn't going to keep any real woman happy, so you'd better know some other tricks. Besides, I want you able to make me happy sometimes, and I don't want you grinding on top of me. So you're going to learn how to use your hands and mouth. We're going to watch a dvd first, which will show you what to do, and then you can try it yourself."

I switched on the dvd and he stared open-mouthed at the screen, which showed two naked women together on a bed. He and I watched in silence as the women fingered and licked each other to orgasm. I noticed gleefully that his cock had become erect and bulged obscenely in his too-tight panties, yet he said nothing, too enthralled by what he was watching. I decided I would give him a chance to say something once the film ended, and only if he said nothing then I would punish him. Eventually, the sequence ended, and I switched the set off and turned to him. He stared at me, still shocked by what he had seen. I waited for a second, and was delighted when he said nothing.

"Well, do you think you could do that?"

"I-I think so Mommy. I'll try."

"Excellent!"

I stood up and to his surprise, stripped naked in front of him. His cock pulsed in his panties, and suddenly he remembered what he was supposed to do.

"P-please Mommy, I've got an erection!"

"And what caused that?"

"Seeing the movie, a-and seeing you undress."

"But you didn't say anything when the movie was playing, or afterwards, did you?"

"N-no Mommy, I-I forgot, I very sorry. I was just surprised by what I saw."

"Well now, let's see how you get on with me. If you make me happy, maybe I'll let you off."

He grinned in relief, pleased to have a chance to escape punishment. I lay down on the couch, with him kneeling on the floor beside me.

"Use your fingers first, then we'll try it with your tongue."

I lay back and closed my eyes. He tentatively touched my pussy, stroking it gently. He gently explored my pussy until he found my clit. Then he began to rub it. I groaned and squirmed as my son's fingers began to stimulate me. He grew more confident and before long he was fingering my clit in earnest as I moaned and squirmed my way to orgasm.

When I had recovered I sat up and spread my legs.

"Not bad at all. Now use your tongue."

He started to lean forward, then stopped.

"Mommy, I-I got hard again from doing that."

I smiled. He was obviously desperate not to make the same mistake again, and I decided it might be better to reward that and forego the pleasure of spanking him this time.

"I know, don't worry about it. You're bound to get excited doing this to Mommy. When we're doing things like this together, you don't have to tell me about your erections, ok? You won't be punished for it."

"Thank you Mommy!"

"Now get your face down there and start licking. If you do as good a job with your mouth as you did with your hands, you won't get punished at all."

He ducked his head instantly and began to tongue my pussy. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. The boy was a natural pussy-eater, and I was soon screaming in orgasmic frenzy. Having my own son eat me out felt so wonderfully depraved, and added to my arousal.

That evening I gave him an extra long session on his ass. I worked my fingers in and out of his tight little asshole until my arm grew tired, wanting him used to the sensation of things sliding in and out of his ass. Besides, it was just so arousing watching him wriggle under my hand, his cheeks clenching and relaxing, listening to his moans and whimpers. When I had finished, his hole was wide and gaping. A couple more days with a bigger plug, and he would be ready.

To Be Continued...