I awoke the next morning with a sense of excitement I hadn�t experienced since I was a little kid on Christmas morning. I decided that I had to explore this new development more, so it was time for an experiment.
After my shower I went downstairs to eat breakfast. My mother was there in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. I noticed with bemused pride that she was standing at the counter instead of sitting at the table. I guess her tush was a little tender this morning.
�We�re having a family day today, so call in sick. And call the school and tell them I won�t be there, either.�
�I will not have you missing school, young man, and that�s��
I cut her off in mid sentence. �Did I ask your opinion? I don�t remember asking you anything! Did you hear me ask whether you agreed with me?�
She looked at the floor and meekly replied, �No, sir.�
That was the attitude I wanted from her. �As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. We are having a family day today, so call in sick. Also, call my school and let them know I won�t be there today. Is that understood?�
�Yes.� I waited. ��Sir.�
She made the calls and then came back into the kitchen. �Sit down.� She looked at me, pleading to let her stand. �I said sit!� She grimaced as her cheeks came into contact with the hard seat and I smiled a bit. It was time to get to the bottom of things, no pun intended.
�Tell me what happened yesterday.�
She blushed and looked at her coffee cup. �You spanked me.�
�And?�
�And I had an orgasm.� She blushed even deeper.
�Why did you have an orgasm?�
�I don�t know. It surprised me, I guess.� She was speaking so quietly now that I could barely hear her.
�There were a lot of expressions on your face, but surprise was not among them. Tell me, was that the first time you came while being spanked?�
I could see her face turn from pink to dark red in an instant. She mumbled something but I couldn�t hear it. �Speak up!�
�No.�
�Tell me about it, then.�
�Your father�he used to spank me��
I was enjoying watching her squirm. �And did you enjoy it?�
She flushed red again and nodded her head up and down. �What else did dad do that you enjoyed?�
�I really don�t want to talk about it, OK. Can�t we just forget what happened and��
I knew this was going to happen, and I was honestly surprised it had taken as long as it did. �Listen here, bitch! From now on I�ll tell you what you do and don�t want to do! Is that understood?�
She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights and nodded her head after only the briefest of hesitations. �Say it!�
�I understand.�
�Good. Now what else did dad do to you that you enjoyed?�
�He would�punish me�when I was bad.�
�I see. And now that he�s gone, there�s nobody to punish you. Is that right?�
She was still looking directly at her coffee cup, but I saw her eyes peek up at me before she nodded.
�And do you always come when you�re spanked?�
�No, not usually. It normally takes more.�
�So why did you come yesterday?�
�I haven�t�.It�s been�it�s been a long time.�
�Since you were spanked?�
�No.� Her face was the deepest crimson I had ever seen on a face before. �Since I came.�
I was only a little surprised at that. She never dated but I figured she masturbated. Most people do, right?
�How long has it been?�
�Three years.�
�Let me get this straight. You haven�t had an orgasm since dad was alive?� She nodded. �Why didn�t you just take care of that yourself?�
�I wasn�t allowed.� I waited for her to continue. �Just before your father died, he�he�was�punishing me. I had been�bad, and he didn�t want me to�touch myself. Then he died so suddenly�I never�I couldn�t��
�You couldn�t disobey your master.� I finished for her. Her head jerked up suddenly and she looked directly into my eyes. She nodded ever so slowly.� �Tell me, how often did you and dad have sex?�
She looked down at the floor and blushed deeper. I was beginning to think that her face had no limit when it came to red. �Usually a few times per day. Your father was very�demanding.�
It made sense now. Her bitchiness was all driven by her sexual frustration. She had gone from several orgasms a day to none in three years. Anyone would be grumpy in that situation.
�Stand up.� She stood. I pointed directly in front of my chair. �Kneel.� She kneeled directly in front of me and looked straight at the floor. �From this point forward I am your new master. I own you and will do as I please with you until the day I release you. Is that understood?�
I saw a tear run from her eye and drip on the floor. �Yes, sir.� She looked up at me and I saw the biggest smile on her face I had seen since before dad had died. �Thank you, sir.�
�Stand up.� She stood up and remained exactly in place. �Get undressed.�
To her credit, she only paused a brief moment before her hands went to her chest and undid each button on her blouse. She folded the garment and placed it over the back of her vacated chair. She was wearing a basic white bra with those floral patterns typical of ladies underwear, complete with the small flower at the junction of the cups. She reached behind her in that typically feminine way and unhooked her bra before draping it over her chair, on top of her blouse.
My mother wasn�t a petite woman, but she wasn�t large either. She was 5�6� and probably weighed about 125 lbs. She was curvy in all the right spots, and only had a bit of excess meat around her ass and stomach. Her chest was well proportioned to her body, and had only a little sag. I learned later she was a 36B.
She unzipped her slacks and slid them to the floor, before folding them neatly and placing the on the chair back. Her cotton panties followed, as did her socks. In less than a minute she was completely naked and standing before me in all her glory. I noticed that the blush extended past her face and into her upper chest.
I walked completely around her, inspecting her from every angle. Her ass looked painfully bruised with a light shade of purple. When I got back to her front I looked from top to bottom and nearly fainted. Her pubic bush was completely shaved (and very slick) and tattooed very neatly only an inch above her slit was the word �SLUT�.
I looked at her face and she closed her eyes and swallowed. �I didn�t know you had a tattoo.� She swallowed again but said nothing. I saw a thin line of juice run from her pussy down her leg. �Are you excited right now?� She nodded. �I think you are going to need a little token to remind yourself of your status. Remind me to pick something up when I�m at the store.�
She looked up and me and opened her mouth and then closed it. �Do you have something to say?� She nodded her head and I indicated she should speak.
�My previous owner had a collar�if you like.�
�Indeed. Go get it and bring it back to me.�
She scurried up the stairs and came back a few moments later holder a black leather dog collar. She kneeled before me and held it up over her head with both hands; her eyes stared directly at the floor. I took the offering and inspected it closely. The collar was very basic; there were no markings, studs or anything that would confuse it with anything other than what it was: a dog collar. The leather was soft and supple, and had been well taken care of despite its age. There was a small tag on the front that read simply: �SLUT�.
I looked down at my slut and smiled. �It seems your previous owner had a pet name for you.� She said nothing and looked directly at the floor. �I am now going to collar you. Whenever I place this collar around your neck you will be mine, completely. Once it is on, only I can remove it. When the collar is off, you are my mother and I am your son. But when the collar is on, you are nothing and I am everything. Is that understood?�
She swallowed and answered, �Yes, sir.�
�When I place this collar on your neck, you will always be dressed as you are now unless I say otherwise. Is that understood?�
�Yes, sir.�
�You will follow every order I give you when you wear this collar, without fail. Is that understood?�
�Yes, sir.�
�When you are bad, you will be punished. When you disobey, you will be punished. When you hesitate, you will be punished. When I feel like it, you will be punished. That is your lot in life, because now you are my slut. Is that understood?�
She swallowed and again, and I could hear her voice catch this time. �Y-yes, sir.�
I don�t know if it�s genetic or maybe hereditary, but I completely understood what my father must have felt when he owned this woman. I looked at her face and her eyes would not meet mine. Her hands shook with a mixture of fear and excitement.
I opened the collar and placed it around her neck. I sealed it shut and told her to stand up. Her breasts wobbled as she clumsily got to her feet. I grabbed her left nipple and pinched it tightly. She grunted and her face contorted into a painful grimace.
As excited as I was, I was really treading into unknown waters. I had no idea what her limits were, or for that matter, what mine were. I did know, however, that I was going to have fun finding out.
�Bend over the table and stick your ass out.� I said evenly, but she reacted as though I had shouted it at the top of my lungs. She grabbed the edge of the kitchen table and stuck her ass out as far as it would go.
I slowly and deliberately undid my buckle and removed my belt from my pants. �You held back on me, and that is bad. You should have come to me three years ago and I would have given you what you wanted�no, what you needed. So, you must be punished. You will get one stroke with my belt for each year that you held back from me.�
With that, I folded the belt in half and gave it a practice swish through the air. My lovely slut cringed a bit, but held her ground. I took my place on her left side and reached out my hand. I rested my palm against the supple skin of her hip and she jumped as though I had electrocuted her.
I shot my right arm back as far as it would go and brought it down with lightning speed. CRACK! She yelped and trembled, but held her ground. I knew that her ass was already bruised, so I had placed the shot on the backs of her legs, about halfway between her knees and her ass.
I took three deliberate steps and positioned myself on her right side facing away from her, with the belt still in my right hand. I would have to hit her back handed, but I figured I should vary the angle & approach or risk doing serious damage. I waited at least 30 seconds before delivering my second blow right at the top of her ass where her ass crack meets her back. SMACK!
Again she yelped, but held her ground. I could hear sniffles and tears and knew that her ass was still quite tender. I readjusted my position once more, this time directly behind her facing her prone position squarely.
The welts on her legs and her ass were already pinking up nicely. This time I brought the belt down on her from above, and landed smack dab in the middle of her right buttock. SMACK! She jumped up and screamed, but quickly regained her composure and position.
I returned to my original position on her left flank and waited at least two minutes. She sobbed quietly, obviously waiting for me to release her from her punishment. The slut never expected my next strike right across the backs of her knees.
She screamed and fell to the floor in what appeared to be agony. Just as quickly, though, she regained her feet and replaced herself on the table edge. Her tears were flowing steadily by this point.
�Well if you�re not going to count, we�re going to be here for a while, aren�t we?� I asked her, and suddenly it dawned on her.
�uh�I�m�<sniff>�sorry�<sniff>�sir. I�ll <sniff> do much�<sniff>�bett�� I cut her off with a� well-timed blow right across the middle of her buttocks. CRACK! She screamed louder than ever but remained stiffer than an English sentry during the changing of the guard.
�One! Thank you, sir. May I <sniff> please have another?�
CRACK!
�Two! Thank you, sir. May I please have another?�
CRACK!
�Three! Thank you, sir. May I please have another?�
I placed the last two blows on the backs of her legs again, spaced out so that they weren�t on top of each other, but definitely overlapped the first blow.
�That is enough for now, I think. Stand up and turn around. Now tell me, why did I punish you?�
�Because <sniff> I held back <sniff> from you and that is <sniff> unacceptable.�
�And why is that unacceptable?�
�Because you are <sniff> my owner.�
�You may have a brain in there after all. Good. Go upstairs and pour yourself a hot bath. I want you cleaned up in 20 minutes.�
She thanked me and then scurried to the stairs. �And slut�your previous owner�s punishment stands. I don�t want you touching yourself until I say so. Is that clear?�
She nodded softly and slowly made her way upstairs to the master bath. I waited until I heard the water shut off and my mother lowered herself, painfully I imagine, into the tub.
The rest of the day was going to be�educational.