The Lesson
By Crossmanx
A woman in leather teachers her wayward son and his friends a lesson in the errors of their ways


A story inspired by Viv - This story carries on from 'The Office' posted on
the 28/09/08

By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.

The Lesson

The motor bike pulled into the office car park, the rider dismounted and
removed their helmet, a couple men walking passed stopped in their tracks as
the bikers fair hair blows around in the wind, she was a very attractive
mature woman ... ... In leather!

Ms D'eath entered the building walking straight past reception and the
security desk, no-one would dare to stop her and ask for her pass. She came to
her office, the new sign had just been fixed to the door. She ran her hand
over it 'Ms D'eath Head of P.A.I.N. 'Procurements and sales, Administration,
Information technology and New developments'. 'Head of P.A.I.N.' That was a
thought that always made her smile. "Coffee Ms?" The busty brunette secretary
asked, another reason to smile! "Yes" RING! RING! The older woman's mobile
rang "Yes!" She knew the caller and the conversation was short "yes at work"
and not that friendly "I told you before NO!" and hung up. The secretary
brought the coffee through to her bosses office, placing it on the desk she
turned to the older attractive woman, she started to unzip her leather jacket,
purely to help her in changing into her business suit! The boss stopped her
secretary, the expression on her face changed "later ... ... I'm off out you
can look after things here ... ... I'll be back later". She grabbed her helmet
and headed back to the bike.

20 Minutes later she pulled up to the driveway of her large house, just as she
had though there was a car there, her son's car! He had been the one who
phoned earlier after money as normal. Her son Peter, was from a very
unforgettable and short marriage when she was a lot younger and naà¯ve, he had
be brought up mostly by his useless father a 'man' that she hoped she would
never see again. The son had gotten in with the wrong crowd, been thrown out
of university for breaking into his tutors office to try and steal exam
papers, he had also been in trouble with the police and never had a proper
job. She knew that he had arrived in the area a few weeks ago, along with his
'friends' Jon & Tarik. The three of them where probably responsible with a
string of burglaries that had started recently.

Her son was now in her home and probably robbing her! This was the final
straw! How dare he, an anger stirred up inside her and she needed to let out
her rage! How dear the little shit and his friend rob HER! They needed to be
taught a lesson!

She parked her bike at the top of the drive and walked down to the house BANG!
The garage, the sound had come from the garage, she walked to the side door
and looked in. The garage was a large double one which housed her prized Aston
Martin, if they had damaged the car in anyway! She could see there was a man
trying to open the car, it was locked, so he moved over to the work bench and
picked up a hammer he turned to the car BANG! The door slammed as she entered
the garage "what ... ... who are you? ... ... Oh Pete's mum!" He smiled, she
was good looking, his smile grew as she stood there and unzipped her leather
jacket, it fell to the floor and the young man got a better view of his
friends mother.

There stood a woman in her 40's her fair hair, mature looks and dark eyes that
drew peoples attention, bright red lips, high check bones, a few lines around
those gorgeous eyes that gave the older woman that mature sexy look. Now free
of the jacket he saw she wore a crisp white blouse that was well fitting and
showed off her body, especially her ample chest. The young man found it
difficult to take his eyes away from them. Her shapely legs where also shown
off by her tight black leather trousers, set off by a pair of high heeled
boots. 'Jesus Pete's mom was hot' Her heels 'clipped' and the leather
'creaked' as she walked towards him. The young man mouth went dry and his cock
started to get hard. "Your not going to damage my car are you?" "Well if you
offer me something else! Maybe I won't have to" he gave her his best 'chat up
smile'. She smiled back, came closer and placed her hands on the taller mans
shoulders, in a sexy voice "I'm sure I can offer you something" THUD!
OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! Her leather clad knee drove hard into his groin.

Tarik dropped to the floor, his groin was on fire, he gasped for air as he
rolled around in pain. A pair of heels appeared at his head AAAARRRRHHHH! She
grabbed him by his hair and dragged him up onto his knees, as if the pain in
his groin wasn't bad enough CRACK! UUUUFFFFF! The older woman delivered a hard
backhand across his face SMACK! AAGGGHHHHHH! Her fist connected with his soft
jaw, again Tarik was on the floor blood ran from his mouth. "Told you boy I
could offer you something ... ... . Try this" THUD! UUUUUHHHHHHH! Her boot
connected his ribs. WACK! THUD! WALLOP! A few more boots to his abs, just for
good luck.

COUGH! SPLATTER! Tarik spat out blood and tried to take in what was happening
to him, a young fit man like him was having the crap knocked out of him by a
woman, by a old woman, a mum! The mature beauty grabbed her victim again
AARRRHHHH! "Pl ... .please ... ." she ignored his pathetic pleas and got the
young man back onto his feet SMACK! Another clenched fist backhander, then
WOOSSHH CRASH! A judo throw sent the young man down to the concrete floor,
again WOOSSHH CRASH! "That was fun! Lets try it again" one more throw, she was
being to enjoy teaching this young man a lesson WOOSSHH CRASH! SNAP!
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! Something had broke, she smiled, the boy was in tears "help
me ... ... please" she looked down at him as he squirmed on the floor "last
thing I have for you boy" WOOOSSSHHH! CRACK! Her boot connected hard with the
side of his head. The force of the kick sent his head spinning into
unconsciousness 'that was simple!' Tarik dealt with and more important her car
was undamaged, now to find the others.

It wasn't difficult. The deadly woman entered her house via the utility room,
she could hear there was someone in the kitchen, it was Jon. She watched him
through the kitchen door, he was young and good looking, quite cute, in a
different situation she could have had some different kind of fun with him.
But he was a thief and she needed to teach him a lesson. 'CLIP!' 'CLIP!' She
entered the kitchen, the wooden floor gave her away "Can I help?" Jon turn
round he took in the looks of the stunning older woman "who? ... ... Mrs
Phillips?" She hadn't gone by that name in such a long time and didn't want to
be reminded of her marriage "Ms D'eath boy!"

'CLIP!' 'CLIP!' She walked over to him, 'God she was fit!' A sexy, mature,
busty, leather clad beauty! 'Was it his birthday?' SMACK! OOOOUCH! She slapped
the young man hard across his face, she could read his thoughts, if it wasn't
for the fact that he had broken into her house ... ..Then it might have turned
into his birthday but not today SMACK! AAARRRHHH! Her other hand slapped him
THUD! OOOOOOFFFFF! A fist this time to his gut, winding the young man, he
doubled over CRACK! THUD! The older woman slammed her elbow into the back of
the young mans head, he dropped to his knees as stinging pain shoot through
his body like hot sharp needles.

She walked round to a large bag that was on the kitchen table and looked
inside, silver photo frame, silver cutlery, candle stick ... The bastard had
gone through her home taking her belongings! She was even more angry now, she
turned to her newest victim. Jon had scrambled to his feet, he was winded and
hurt but managed to grabbed a knife from the side. "Bitch! ... I'm going to do
you!" 'Bitch!' 'Oh cute boy you really have made a big mistake!' Jon lashed
out with the knife, the older woman easily jumped back out the way, then
WOOSSHH! She swivelled her leg out and kicked the knife easily out of his
hand, WOOSSHH! Another swivelled leg kick , this time high and she caught him
on the chin sending the young man backwards against the worktop. He shook his
head to try and clear it, his heart was rushing and pain was running around
his body. He lunged forward at the older woman, he grabbed her, they grappled
together for a few seconds then SMASH! UUUUFFFFFFFF! The stronger older woman
had caught him on the chin with one of her hard fists, sending him back
against the worktop.

Time for her boots and fists to do the talking WOOSSHH! CRACK! WOOSSHH! SMACK!
The older woman kicked her younger victim hard across his face with her boots
SMASH! WACK! THUMP! WALLOP! She stepped closer and delivered a session of
fists to his head and upper body, he slipped down to the floor, his arms
across is face to try and protect himself from this mature fighting woman.

She stepped closer he grabbed onto her legs to try and prevent her from
hitting him, he felt her strong legs, he could smell the leather, could feel
how soft the leather was. A strange feeling came over him, this young man on
his knees in front of this mature beauty, her body, the smell of leather, a
stirring started in his groin. She had a good idea what the young man was
feeling at her feet, well it wouldn't be the first time a younger man had been
at her feet whilst dressed in leather! But he had threatened her and she
wasn't going to let him off lightly AAAARRRRHHHH! Jon was dragged along the
floor "stop ... . STOP PLEASE!"

THUD! A sharp kick to his ribs, then she dragged him up onto his knees SMACK!
CRACK! OOOOFFFFHHHHH! A hard slap around the face followed by a clenched
backhander. She pulled him up onto his feet BANG! THUD! WACK! She raided her
knee hard three times, up into his stomach 'God that hurt', she grabbed his
head, throws it down into the path of her leather clad knee coming up CRACK!
His head bounced off her knee sending him backwards, he staggered and fell to
the floor. She towered over her young victim, smiling, he was tougher than
Tarik "p ... pl ... please NO!" He tried to curled up his beaten body praying
she would go away OOOOOOWWWWW! The older woman grabbed the young thief,
pulling his head back so he looked at her. Blood covered his face, an eye was
closed up and all puffy "please ... please" but she wasn't finished with him.
Dragged up again to his feet, she eyed the solid wooden kitchen table WOOSSHH!
CRASH! Another judo throw sent this young man over her should and landing him
squarely on the table CRACK! OOOOOHHHHHH!

She leaned over to her young victim, his face was screwed up with the pain
that he was feeling right now, she kissed him on the forehead "almost done
with cutie" ... Then ... ..THUD! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHH! The mature beauty
drove her elbow into the young mans groin, 'the pain! GOD THE PAIN!' he had
never felt so much pain, how was it possible for a older woman to inflict so
much pain?

His groin on fire Jon rolled around so much that he rolled off the table BANG!
She stood over him, it was time to finish with him ... ... .CRACK! A well
delivered kick from her boot to his head and he was unconscious like Tarik.
Two down now only her son to go! She moved into the rest of the house, with
all the noise that had gone in in the kitchen it surprised her that Peter
hadn't turned up already.

She could hear a dull thudding noise, it was coming from her study, she looked
in, there was her son, Peter, the noise came from his MP3 player on full
blast, that explained why he hadn't come to investigate the noise in the
kitchen. He was sat in her chair, behind her desk! BANG! She slapped her hands
down on the desk, Peter jumped "Mum!" he took out his ear phones "Mum! ...
it's ... it's good to see you ... I just popped round to ... " "Shut up you
piece of shit ... your trying to rob me!" The desk was full of paper with poor
attempts at her signature scribbled on them and her cheque book!

SMACK! OOOOWWWWW! The mother slapped her son across his face "what the hell
... " WACK! She slapped the other side of his face "how dare you!" SMACK! Her
face became even more stern "HOW DARE I! ... . Looks like I'm going to have to
deal with you just like I did with your friends" "Jon! Tarik! Where are they?
What did you do you BITCH!" The 'Bitch' word again! Someone will have to
suffer for that SMACK! AAARRRHHH! She hit him harder, then grabbing his hair
she ... . BANG! OOOOOOHHHHHH! She smashed his head down onto the desk, he was
dazed and disorientated, his mother grabbed her wayward son by the hair and
yanked him out of her chair to the floor. "MUM!" he tried to protest, but it
fell on deaf ears, she had put up and made excuses for his bad behaviour for
years, but now he had well and truly crossed the line.

CRACK! THUD! A couple of kicks to his abs as she though of all the heartache
he had caused her over the years WACK! SMACK! A few more kick for his useless
father, who Peter would rather be with right now as he was such a push over.
BANG! WHOP! A couple more for good luck. Pete was winded by his mothers kicks,
his face and nose hurt like hell, surly it was broken from his mothers driving
his face into the desk. He tried to crawl away, he got to the study door and
his mother hadn't hit him any more! He didn't care why he just crawled down
the hallway, he was still crawling when the sound of CLIP! CLIP! CLIP! His
heartbeat quickened at the sound of his mothers heals coming down the wooden
floored hallway and that unmistakable sound of creaking leather, from her
trousers. CRUNCH! AAIIEEEEEEEEEEE! Her heal struck hard into his back, she
turned her heal hard into his back AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH! She smiled as
her sons screams fill the house, she turned her heal even more, the sound of
his screams only encouraged her to make him suffer even more.

Peter was dragged up onto his feet SMACK! CRACK! PUNCH! His mother delivered
another series of blows to her unruly son. "STOP!" WALLOP! "Pl ... please
stop" TWACK! "Pl ... .please mu ... ." THUP! 'SOB' "PLEASE MUMMY ... " CRACK!
He fell to the floor sobbing, he was pathetic! How could he be her son, he was
so much like his father, a spineless wonder! "Peter you are a worthless piece
of shit, you have tried to steel from me and I will not allow that ... . You
know you must take responsibility for your actions, and I am going to show you
the errors of your ways" She dragged him up onto his feet "Please mum! Pl ...
Please forgive me!" "It's time that your where taught a lesson Peter, your
fathers useless so it's down to me ... ... . Sorry son but you deserve this
... " she gave him a smile "remember Peter this is going to hurt me more than
it's going to hurt you!" It was cruel to say but she couldn't resist herself.

CRACK! OOOOHHHHH! As close as they where she managed to swing her leg high and
around, connecting with the side of his head with her boot, he staggered back
down the hallway CRACK! UUUUUOOOOOFFFF! This time her other leg CRACK! SMACK!
CRACK! She knocked her son down the length of the hallway. Peter staggered
backwards SMACK! BANG! WALLOP! High kicks where replaced with fists, punches
where dished out by his mother CRACK! WACK! THUD! The last punch knocked him
clean backwards onto the floor, he was laying in the living room, his body
hurt so much he could hardly believe he was still alive. How could his mother
do this to him? How could a woman! An old woman do this to him! AAAARRRRHHHH!
She dragged the battered young man up WWOOOSSSHHH! CRASH! A well practiced
judo throw over her shoulder and he was again back on the floor.

Ms D'eath carried on giving her son the lesson he needed WWOOOSSSHHH! SMACK!
She used her marital arts skills to throw her son around the room WWOOOSSSHHH!
BANG! CRASH! A coffee table broke his fall! THUD! CRACK! SMACK! WALLOP! Fists,
boots and throws delivered her lesson to him WWOOOSSSHHHHHH! SMASH! 'CHRIST!!
He tough she had pulled his arm clean out its socket! WWOOOSSSHHH! CRASH! This
older woman used her strength and skill to dominate the taller, stronger,
younger man, more than half her age WWOOOSSSHHH! CRASH! She could never get
bored with throwing so called stronger males around WWOOOSSSHHH! CRASH!
WWOOOSSSHHH! CRASH!

"Please mum ... I begging you ... please stop!" she looked down at her beaten
son he was a rotten lad, rotten to the core, she knew what she mush do,
dragging his beaten body up for the last time she stepped back. "You will
never disappoint me again, you will never steal, you will change ... . Or I'll
have to teach you another lesson!" Even in his beaten state her words echoed
around inside his head! WWWOOOOOSSSSSHHHHH! CRACK! THUD! She delivered the
perfect roundhouse kick, her boot connected with the side of his head. He
didn't know what had hit him, darkness took over and his lesson had ended!

Soon after the police took away Peter and Tarik, firstly to hospital to be
seen to! Yes there had been a third thief, he must have got away, yes it was
lucky that the lady of the house had taken a few lessons in self defence! The
police office was a 'bit' surprised in how she had managed to take on all
three suspects, and it was a great family shame that one of them had been her
son as well.

The police left, Ms D'eath phoned through to her busty secretary, yes
everything was ok and she would be back at work later on that afternoon. She
put the phone down, the new cleaner could sort the place out tomorrow. The
mature beauty walked over to the garage up an out of the way small stairway
and into a compact upper area above the garage. There was Jon firmly tied to a
chair in the middle of the small attic. He didn't see her at first, he was
still groggy from the beating he had received, but that noise CLIP! CLIP!
CLIP! The sound of her heals on the wooden floor, then the sound of the
creaking leather trousers, his eyes widened. She was there! The smell ... the
smell of leather! "Hello Jon" he swallowed hard, he tried to call out but the
gag across his mouth prevented him. Beads of sweat ran down his face, fear had
taken hold!

"You friends have gone ... .. You was the only one that put up any bit a
resistance ... You held out the most ... . It was enjoyable to beat you" her
face was next to his, her mouth next to his ear, her hot breath on his face "I
hope you learned your lesson Jon ... . Your quite cute and I think that we
could have some fun ... ..so long as you know how to behave! You do know how
to behave now don't you? ... ... Or do I have to teach you another lesson?"