This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com ================================================================================ From: alex10d@aol.com (Alex 10d) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: WORKING MOM WITH SMALL TEEN SON Date: 26 Dec 1995 13:48:29 -0500 Message-ID: <4bpg1t$cdq@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: alex10d@aol.com (Alex 10d) Working Miss Alison "Send fifteen of those to each store Maggie, and get me Tuesday's sales reports as soon as you can, okay?" "Yes Ms Armitage, Oh, there's a phone call in line 2 for you, someone at your son's school I think." Alison Armitage, the 29-year old Vice-President of Operations wheeled her chair around and grabbed the phone, "Hello, this is Alison Armitage." "Ms Armitage, this is Candy Buck the principle at the high school. Your son Zaine has been in a bit of trouble today." "What kind of trouble Ms Buck?" "Well, he and a friend in science class pulled sort of a practical joke on a girl in the class by mixing some chemicals together so they'd explode blue ink all over her a few minutes after they mixed it." "How do you know he did it?" "Well, several students saw them do it." "I see, no one was hurt I hope." "No, but it could have been dangerous, the teacher had warned them not to mix anything on their own but they did it anyway. He says he's sorry but that's just not good enough. I'm going to suspend him for two days and I'd like you to come and pick him up as soon as possible." "I understand Ms. Buck, I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll be there as soon as I can, and rest assured he'll be punished for this Ms Buck, he won't ever pull a stunt like this again." "Thank you Ms Armitage, we'll be waiting for you." Alison Armitage was furious. . .and no one wants to get in her way when she's mad. She grabbed her suit jacket and crossed the large office peeking her head into the private conference room that separates her office from that of the company's president. "I'll be back in time for the budget meeting at 3, Christal." She said to her as she poured over financial reports. This was not a good time to have to leave the office, which made her even madder. She then exited her office, "I have some personal business to attend to Maggie, I'll be back before 3." Alison Armitage is a woman in charge. Married at 17 with a baby already on the way, she started working for "Video Magic" 10 years ago when her son Zaine was only 2, a year after her husband was killed in a car accident. She worked her way from clerk to store manager to district manager all the way to Vice President of the small fast-growing company. Life as a single mother and career woman hadn't easy but they had a good life and Zaine had a happy childhood. Though she's an extremely attractive woman at 29, she's almost never dated, wanting instead to spend her spare time with Zaine. But like the people who work for her at Video Magic, Alison holds Zaine accountable for his actions. . .and punishes him thoroughly when he steps out of line. She has raised him with strictness, making sure he does right, or else he gets a vicious spanking immediately. She arrived at the high school, where Zaine is in the 6th grade, and swiftly walked inside. She cuts an impressive figure in a $350.00 Armani suit up next to the dressed down demeanor of public school and heads turn all the way from the door to the office as she glides down the hallway. Zaine is sitting silently on a chair as she enters, but she says nothing to him and proceeds directly to the secretary to sign him out. She then turns around and walks out, still saying nothing, expecting Zaine to follow her out without being told. He does, but not before catching a knowing glance from the secretary who has a pretty good idea of what Zaine is in for when he gets home. The ride home in the car is also silent until a few blocks from the house when Zaine says, "Miss Alison, I'm really sorry. I thought it would just make a little spill. Gosh, I didn't think they'd make you leave work to come get me." "Sounds to me like you didn't think at all, young man. But when I get you home, you won't pull this stunt again, I promise you." Humbled by the rebuke tears well in his eyes, and knowing that his whipping will be severe, he stutters, "I-I promise I wo-won't ever do anything like this again Miss Alison, I'm done with practical jokes forever. Please don't whip me.......please......I PROMISE I'll be good, I promise!" "When we get home, you just go straight up to my bedroom Zaine and you wait for me. I'm so angry right now I can't see straight. I'm going to take a few minutes to calm down and then you're going to get the spanking of your life. "Miss Alison, please I. . ." "BE QUIET!", she yelled, piercing the air with her voice. "Do as I say!" Alison went to the back porch to calm down as Zaine slinked up the stairs to the master bedroom. He was thinking about the spanking he got three weeks ago and the welts it left on his behind. He was pretty sure he wouldn't get off that easy this time. He sat on the bed and began to cry. About ten minutes later Miss Armitage entered the room kicking her high heeled shoes into the corner as she walked toward the closet. "Get all your clothes off young man, every thread and I mean now." Knowing it was best to just cooperate Zaine began to remove his shoes and socks. Alison took a hanger from the closet and laid it on the bed. Not wanting to wrinkle her silk blouse, she removed it and hung it on the hanger. Now barefoot, Zaine stood up and removed his sweater and the shirt below it. Alison removed her skirt and stockings, lest she create a run in them during the vigorous exercise she was about to engage in. She left only her bra and panties on. By this time Zaine had his jeans at his knees and sat back down on the bed to remove them and then slipped off his white briefs. He now sat completely naked on Miss Alison's bed as she stared down at him in just her bra and panties. His embarrassment was overcome by his fear as she looked at him and shook her head. Slowly, she turned and walked back toward the closet to get a two-inch wide leather belt, the buckle of which she had removed to make it easier to administer his punishments with it. "Miss Alison please, I won't ever do anything like this again. . .I promise, please don't whip me, please." "Shut up and get on your stomach Zaine. You're going to learn a lesson about behaving in school." Alison noticed Zaine's cock, which always grew hard whenever she made him cry, or when he was getting a whipping. It was larger than she'd ever seen it, as he held both his hands over it to try to cover himself, unsuccessfully. He must be over 81/2 thick inches now, she thought, as she looked at it closer than usual. She knew he was going to be very, very big down there, especially after puberty hits. But right now, he had still to develop pubic hair. Zaine began to get on the bed, first on his hands and knees then lowering himself flat. "Now put your hands under the pillow your head is on and don't you move them." "Please Miss Alison." he was still pleading to no avail. Alison Armitage looked down at her naked son prostrate on the bed. His gorgeous young body just beginning to mature. He just turned 12. His back was becoming muscular, all traces of baby fat gone. Even his backside, once plump and fleshy was now tight and firm. She took aim at it and lifted the folded belt high above her head and brought it down on his butt with all her might. The crack was like a gunshot and it took Zaine's breath away. He couldn't even scream until the second blow landed and that scream was loud enough to cover for both. Red marks appeared immediately as she drew the belt back for a third time. WHACK, #3 landed and Zaine let out a long "OoWWW". "I go to the office and work my ass off every day (THWACK) and you go off to school and pull crap like this (THWACK). NEVER again! Three more quick lashes landed boom, boom, boom. I told you (WHACK) a long time ago (SMASH) that we both have to do our parts (WHIP) to make this life work. (THWACK) You're in school to learn (THWACK), work (THWACK) and obey (THWACK, THWACK, THWACK). By this time Zaine was heaving and blubbering, his mouth open, drooling on the pillow. She promised him a beating in the car and that's just what he was getting. "And if you don't want to do what I tell you to, then I will burn your bottom every night. Do (THWACK) you (THWACK) understand (THWACK), young man?".................. ......... "ANSWER me!" "Yes, ma'am," he sobbed through a face full of tears. He was crying his little eyes out now. And she knew she was getting through to him. STRAP, SMACK, WHACK, she worked her way down his left leg while his legs jumped and kicked. Then, switching legs, she whipped his right calf and thigh three or four times each. Returning to his now welted buttocks, she laid in fresh weals drawing still more screams and cries from her fifteen year-old. After a total of about 60 lashes, she stopped and ordered him to roll over onto his back. Zaine moaned loudly and did as he was told, albeit slowly. Facing her now, looking up through a haze of tears he cried on as she lectured. She grabbed his chin with her left hand and held his face up to hers. "There's no excuse for behavior like this Zaine, this is not what you're in school to do. You're going to serve your suspension and when you go back you're going to be the best little angel there ever was." (THWACK) She punctuated the last word with a whip on his upper thighs. He instinctively covered the new mark with his hands as Alison then delivered four sharp smacks with the belt to the front of his thighs expertly avoiding his recently developed large cock and balls, which were unashamedly hanging out in the open. She whipped down the front of his legs as he jerked them about. She paused for a moment. Her hair had come partially undone from the activity and she brushed some long brown strands away from her face along with drops of sweat on her brow. "You better start thinking of the consequences of your actions young man, because the consequences are getting bigger! Get back on the bed, and roll over, Zaine." "Miss Alison pleeeaase!" he intoned as he complied with her order. He nuzzled the pillow, desperately wanting to escape the blows he knew were coming. His rump was deep red now with purple welts where the edge of the belt hit. His legs were marked with scattered red lashes as waited still. SMASH, WHACK, SPLATT as the whipping began again, this time concentrating on the crease where the buttocks meets the thigh. Over and over again she flogged him, using all her strength, thinking that by this time he could be getting numb. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK in a steady rhythm. Finally she stopped the beating and told him to sit up straight. He slowly picked himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to prop himself up with his arms so his behind would not bear down on the bed. He was crying very hard, convulsing and sobbing into the back of his hands. Alison gently took hold of four or five strands of hair from just above his forehead and tilted his head back so he was looking up at her. "Learn anything here today Zaine?" Still sobbing violently he stammered out, "Yes Miss Alison, I have. I promise I have." "Zaine, if there's ever a repeat of this kind of behavior I'll spank you much much worse than today, is that clear?" "Yes ma'am." he answered as he glanced at the belt, still firmly held in his Miss Armitage's hand. "Now when you calm down, you're going to go right to your desk and write a couple of letters of apology, one to your science teacher and another to that poor girl. You're also going to pay for her dress. And you'd better make those letter sincere unless you want me to give you another spanking when I get home from work." "No ma'am, I'll make it sincere." Alison put the strap down and reached for the box of tissues for her son. Zaine was still sitting naked on the bed as she went to him and kissed him on the head, then on the face and lips. He hugged her hips hard, lowering his face to the small, soft, thickly-haired bush of her crotch. He continued to cry like a baby in her arms. Holding his face in her hands again, and wiping his tears she said, "I love you sweetheart, but you must understand, I have to discipline you. You are my boy, and I have very high expectations of you. When you disappoint me, you have to pay the penalty. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Miss Alison, I know." Then she walked around the other side of the bed and grabbed her nylons, putting her left foot into one and sliding it up here elegant leg smoothing it out under her slip. She noticed that her panties were wet with Zaine's tears and smiled. She put her skirt back on and then went for the silk blouse hanging in the closet. She finished dressing, checked her makeup and fixed her hair. "I'll be home around six. You have those letters ready," she said "I will." He said, still wiping tears from his eyes.