MY BOSSY AND DOMINANT MOTHER YVONNE by Hamlet The date that I dreaded more than anything had arrived, the end of the school term and the beginning of the summer school holidays. It was a day I feared more than anything. I was a pupil at a strict boarding school in Gloucestershire called Rising Hill that although it was very strict was a holiday camp compared to my home. I had just reached my 18th birthday and was about to go to university but as fast as She was concerned I was still 'Her little baby'. All the other students in the train were laughing realising that they had six weeks of fun that lay ahead .I sat in the corner looking so miserable. I faced six weeks of discipline and bullying in which every minute of my time would be controlled by my bossy and dominant Mother Yvonne, my bullying tough Big Sister Joanna and in many ways worst of my Sister's entire best Friend the Black Girl Michele. In about twenty minutes my Mother would meet me at the station ready for six weeks of discipline Hell to begin! My Mother was an ex school Headmistress Herself and was much inclined to the Spartan regime of the Dotheboys Hall tradition of education. As She could see in education in Britain today, tolerance and leniency simply encouraged unruliness and insolence. Austerity instilled good discipline. A simple answer to all of today's problems. She believed in strong, firm ruthless discipline and was intolerant of poor behaviour in particular to me Her son and would not tolerate the slightest misdemeanor believing in absolute zero tolerance. Like Her pupils I had be well behaved and that often meant I needed to be punished at regular intervals: Spare the rod and spoil the child? Not Her! She was a devoted believer in strict hard discipline. Of course, every misdemeanour had be punished so it' was quite usual for me to receive the maximum thirty-six strokes of the cane which was why my arse was permanently sore. This would teach me respect and instill obedience as it would into the most badly behaved and recalcitrant student. I was at school learn so I had to knuckle down and study as I would be at university. If I had wasted time whilst I was in class then She would know about it and wanted to know why! She do not allow any tomfoolery or cheekiness so I had behave myself not just at school but in the holidays or else! At the same time She believed that only She could discipline me and no one at all least of all the teachers in the school had a right to lay a finger on me. If there was discipline to be inflicted only She alone could inflict it. If I misbehaved in any way the school had to contact Her and She only could administer the punishment. This was ever since one of the teachers Mr Jones had hit me across the backside with a slipper. She was absolutely furious and had driven up to the school .She had demanded to see Mr. Jones in the headmaster's study. She had told the headmaster to leave the room as soon as he arrived. She had then grabbed him by the hair thrown him across the table and ripped his trousers down and took hold of a slipper and gave him 36 hard strokes. His screams could be heard right across the school. Needless to say his arse was swollen and bleeding. She had yelled at him. "No one but no one but Me his Mother, his Big Sister and his Big Sister's friend can touch my baby you filthy pervert!' The next day Mr. Jones had to resign and his teaching career was finished .That was a warning no one touched Her darling son and got way with it! Of course no one in their right mind would dare stand up to Her as She was so big and strong a body builder and top class athlete. She had started competing in body building competitions from the age of 24 and just by chance did one show so that Her friends encouraged Her to carry on with it. She used to say to me as if to show off Her power. "I loved it, studied it, practiced and have competed in over 25 competitions throughout My career and have competed at the national level for many years." One of the most rewarding events for Her was winning the Master's National's heavyweight and Overall Title. Each year She strove to make improvements. As a result She had moved away from school teaching using Her amazing physical strength to becoming a full time Debt Enforcer collecting money especially for banks Her main customer being HBOS(Halifax Bank of Scotland) for whom She would 'persuade' customers to open accounts.(see later episodes) She was a Certified Fitness Trainer, and Certified Youth Fitness Trainer. Along with Her own achievements She took great pride in helping others succeed, whether it was in other sport activities or weight loss. Seeing people lose weight and transform themselves into fit healthy persons was so fulfilling to Her! Unfortunately it had made no difference to me Her son. I was as unfit and unhealthy as ever taking after my father who was a complete weed and whom She used to beat and batter regularly. She had thrown out of the house forcibly when I was only 8 years old and I had never heard from him since! Competitions, training, and bodybuilding were only a part of Her life. Her family my Big Sister and I and our education came first. I knew that I had to show my school report to Her and although the classroom reports were excellent the sport reports were appalling all stating that I was not even trying to succeed. Laziness was something She would not tolerate and I knew I was in for a session in Her study as soon as I got home. To visit Her study was a terrifying experience, Stripped to My underclothes, hands on my head, standing to attention alongside a rack of supple, vicious rattan canes I would contemplate the impending dreadful punishment. The distress, the bleak futility of the situation, the relentless unceasing questioning of misdemeanours, the shrill command of "Bend over the desk Simon!!". Her leather gloved hands would adventurously, wander down between my cheeks and crotch; molding tightly my white cotton panties in a firm grip to the voluptuous contours of the rounded buttocks. The authoritatively maneuvered 'pulling down of the knickers', exposed my meekly quivering bottom. No modesty was spared in the invitingly positioned target of my bare rump. The number of strokes declared, my plump cheeks would dance in wild submissive abandon to the cruel, hissing kiss of the rattan. The remorseless gathering intensity of the erotically rhythmic strokes, the angry welts evolving of green, purple, black, orange, yellow, red. The train arrived at the station as the impending ordeal faced me As I got out on the platform I could see Her tall statuesque body with Her long blonde curly hair clad as usual in a long shiny leather trench coat Band high heeled boots. She waved sat me calling out. Darling Simon! IT'S YOUR MOTHER! WELCOME TO THE HOLIDAYS!!