My Mother's Dress
by srb@imrryr.demon.co.uk (Simon)
Spanking and humiliation



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The following story is intended for adults, and for those who know the
difference between fantasy and reality. It is assumed that parents and
teachers will exercise responsibility over what minors are able to
access over the Internet.

There are slight elements of incest in this story. Nothing drastic, but you
have been warned ! :)

                        Mother's Dress

Monday

In retrospect, it was one of the stupidest things I have ever done ! The only
excuse I can offer is that I was a bored teenager on a hot summer's day, and
I wasn't thinking straight. Mum and I had gone into town to go shopping. We
had bought some clothes for me, but the bulk of the day had been taken up
looking round places for Mum. It was the first Monday of the school holidays,
the day you realise that there really is no more school for ages, and
this was NOT how I wanted to spend it. I had suggested that I could go and
browse some bookstores while Mum did her shops, but she said she wanted someone
with her who could tell her what things looked like on her. I didn't really
enjoy doing this, but it was one of those things you just have to do. In the
three years since my father had died, Mum and I had become close, and this was
something I knew she enjoyed.

So, I dutifully trailed round after her, offering comments on items she tried
on. She had bought a couple of skirts, and was looking at shoes when it
happened. Bored out of my mind, I was feeling mischievous. Mum was wearing a
long, light summer dress which billowed around her legs. She had crouched down
to look at the bottom rack of a display; her dress was pooled on the floor
around her. Surreptitiously, I moved my foot so that it was pinning the dress
to the floor. I figured that she would try to stand up, fail, and maybe fall
over. Nothing more. A bit of idle mischief which I would apologise for and
pretend was an accident.

Unfortunately, I had rather over-estimated the strength of her dress. When
Mum suddenly jerked to her feet, the dress was just not up to holding her to
the floor, and so ripped all around the waist ! Mum ended up on her feet, with
half of her dress around her ankles. I just stood there stunned, gaping at her.
Gaping, because with it being such a hot day, Mum had chosen to come out without
any panties on. So I suddenly found myself staring at her firm, naked buttocks !
Several other people in the store saw her as well, and there was a chorus of
gasps and giggles. Mum whirled round towards me, her face crimson with
embarrassment, and I got a look at the small tuft of raven hair that crowned 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. Mother was just frozen to the spot,
paralyzed with sudden embarrassment. I stared openly at her nakedness, feeling
my cock rising involuntarily. I was suddenly conscious that Mum could see the
bulge in my trousers, and I looked at her face. She frowned at me, and I saw her
eyes look down and take in the sight of my foot, still placed squarely over the
remains of her dress.

Her face grew dark and contorted with fury. I stepped back, just as a kind
saleslady hurried up to my mother and quickly ushered her off to a back room.
She emerged several minutes later wearing one of the skirts she had bought,
into which the remains of her original dress had been tucked. She swept towards
me, caught my arm in a vice-like grip, and dragged me from the store. We
marched at a fast pace to the car, Mum never letting go of my arm and forcing
me to stumble and jog to keep up with her pace whilst maintaining my balance.
When we got to the car, she practically threw me inside and we drove off.
I started to speak, but she cut me off.
"SHUT UP ! Just keep quiet ! I don't want one word out of you 'til we get home."

When we got home, I was told to wait in the lounge while Mum changed. I sat on
the edge of the sofa, trembling with fear and guilt. I really hadn't meant
things to get so out of hand. God only knows what Mum would do when she came
downstairs, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it ! In a few minutes,
she came down wearing shorts and a low-cut T-shirt. It was her usual outfit
around the house in summer, designed for comfort. Yet in the light of recent
events, I couldn't help noticing the way it emphasised her figure. She sat
down beside me and in a quiet voice asked me to explain why I had done it.
I stammered out the truth, that I was feeling bored and wanted to play a trick,
but that I hadn't meant it to turn out like that, and I was really, really
sorry !

"So, what you're saying is that you did mean to humiliate me, just not quite
as much. Is that it ?" asked Mum coolly.
"No, not humiliate, I just.."
"So, you think that falling into a display of shoes _wouldn't_ be humiliating ?"
"Well, er, yes, I suppose it would, but..."
"So, you did mean to humiliate me ? Didn't you ?"
"Ummm, well, yes, perhaps just a little, but I didn't think..."
"No, you certainly didn't, did you ?!"
The heat was rising now in Mum's voice, her anger once more coming to the fore.
She sat back on the sofa and looked hard at me.
"Stand up and take your clothes off. I want you naked, young man, right now !"

Blushing, I got up and started to strip. I wasn't sure quite what was coming,
but I knew I deserved it for embarrassing my mother so much. When I was naked,
I turned to look at Mum. She stared at me, and I blushed some more.
"Right. Stand facing the window, hands behind your head, legs a bit more apart."
Nervously, I assumed the position. It felt so strange to be doing this, and I
started to worry about what Mum had in mind. She stood up, and walked slowly
around me. She stopped when she was behind me, and leant forward, so her head
was next to my ear.
"You'd better get used to this." she said quietly. "Because from now on, you're
going to be naked all the time unless I say otherwise. I've never been so
embarrassed and ashamed as I was today, and I'm going to make damn sure you know
how it felt !"

Mum went and sat down on the chair next to the window. She stared at me for a
moment, then spoke.
"Simon, I want you to realise that your punishment for this is going to be very
different from anything you've had before. I imagine you thought you'd be in
for an extra hard strapping and then that would be it. Well, you are going to
get that, it's true. You're going to be spanked and strapped and caned and
anything else I can think of. And it's going to be hard ! I'm not just going to
spank you, I'm going to beat you. I'm going to beat you like you've never been
beaten 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 Mum like this before. It
was obvious that she was deeply upset about what had happened, and she was going
to take it all out on me ! I stared at her, my eyes wide with fear. Mum suddenly
jumped to her feet.
"Right, keep your hands on your head and follow me." she said, walking towards
the door. I followed her out and upstairs to her bedroom. She picked up a large
wooden hairbrush from her dressing table, then sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come here and lie across my lap." she said briskly.
I moved nervously towards her. The hairbrush looked big and heavy, and I was
dreading the feel of it.
"P-please Mum. I-I'm really sorry about what happened. I didn't mean it to go
so far, really I didn't !"
Mum stared at me implacably.
"Just 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 what DID happen was that I was
made a laughing stock for a whole shop full of people, 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 anticipation. I knew this was going to be bad. Mum made a couple of minor
adjustments to my position, then suddenly brought the hairbrush down hard onto
my bottom. My buttock exploded with pain, and I yelled and jerked my legs. Mum
then began to spank me rapidly, whamming the hairbrush down as hard as she
could. I yelled and writhed on her lap as the heavy wooden implement set fire
to my bottom.
"This is just the beginning, Simon." said Mum, continuing to spank me. "You're
going to get plenty of this over the next few days."
I didn't have the breath to respond. Mum's strokes were coming thick and fast,
and I was just grunting and howling. The pain grew rapidly in my tortured
buttocks, and I could feel the bruises forming. Tears streamed down my face as
Mum continued to beat me.

For about three minutes, the room echoed to the dull splat of the hairbrush, and
my own sobs and cries. Mother pounded my backside with her hairbrush like a
woman possessed. I'd been spanked by her plenty of times before, but never with
such venom. The pain was immense, and I lay limp across her knee sobbing, my
face red and streaked with sweat and tears, as she continued to thrash me.
Eventually she stopped, and I could hear her breathing heavily from the
exertion. We both sat still and silent, Mother panting and me sobbing.

"Right Simon, stand up and put your hands on your head. And if you touch your
bottom, we'll do this all over again !"
I stood up gingerly and did as I was told, wincing from the severe pain in my
buttocks. Mum stood up 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 had made herself from two identical belts stitched together for extra
thickness and weight. I had only felt it a few times before, when Mum thought
I needed a particularly severe punishment. She smacked it against her hand and
I shuddered.
"Lie on the bed with your hips over the pillows." Mum commanded. "I want that
bottom nice and high."

"Oh please, Mum !" I cried. "Please, you can't ! I'm sorry, really I am,
please don't strap me ! I can't take any more, it hurts so much !"
Mum's face darkened with anger and she stepped up close to me.
"This is your first and last warning." she said in a voice filled with menace.
"If you argue with me again about a punishment, I'll tie you down and use this
strap on your balls, is that clear ? Now do as you're told !"
Mute with fear, I clambered on to the bed. The pillows pushed my arse high into
the air, and I shivered at how vulnerable it made me feel.
ssTHWACK ! The strap hissed through the air and bit into my already tortured
buttocks. I went rigid and howled as the heavy leather landed. My buttocks were
very sore from the hairbrush spanking, so the blow from the strap seemed to
tear into my flesh.
"There ! <ssTHWACK!> Maybe this <ssTHWACK!> will teach you <ssTHWACK!> not to
try to embarrass <ssTHWACK!> your <ssTHWACK!> mother ! <ssTHWACK!>"

"Oh please, Mummy ! <ssTHWACK!> Aaaiieee ! Puh-please ! <ssTHWACK!> Ooowww !
I'm suh-sorry ! <ssTHWACK!> Aaahh !" I wailed, but Mum wasn't listening.
Again and again the strap arced through the air and landed on my bottom. Mum
grunted quietly with each stroke, really putting her whole body behind each
swing. After several more strokes, she paused.
"Simon, I'm going to give you five more strokes, and I want you to count them
out loud and say 'thank you, Mummy' after each one. If you make a mistake,
you get two penalty strokes. Here we go !"

<ssTHWACK!> "Oooww ! Wuh-one, thank you, Mummy !"
<ssTHWACK!> "Aiieee ! T-two, thank you, Mummy !"
<ssTHWACK!> "Unngh ! Three, thank you, Mummy !"
<ssTHWACK!> "Ooooh ! F-f-four, th-thank you, Mummy !"
<ssTHWACK!> "Aaaahhh ! Fuh-five, thank you, M-Mummy !"

With that I collapsed sobbing on the bed. Mum put down the strap and knelt
beside me.

"Well, darling, I hope a quick flash of my pussy was worth all that pain. You
realise that was only the first instalment, don't you ? You're going to get at
least one more spanking before bedtime. Now, Mummy's going to rub some cream
into your bum to soothe it. We want to keep those buttocks nice and soft and
sensitive, now don't we ?" She giggled quietly, and stroked my hair
I lay still, weeping quietly into the bed as Mum got some cream and started
gently massaging it into my bottom. It burned like ice at first, but soon I felt
the pain start to diminish slightly and be replaced by a dull ache.

For the rest of the afternoon I followed Mum around the house, still naked.
When she decided to sit in the lounge and read, I lay on the sofa beside her,
so she could glance across at my crimson buttocks 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 head. Dinner itself was agony. I asked Mum if I could kneel
at the table to save my aching bottom, but she insisted I sat normally. Sitting
on a bottom that had been so thoroughly beaten was torture, and my eyes
watered throughout the meal. When it was over, I was sent to do the washing up,
after which Mum sat in the lounge and watched TV, while I stood in the corner
again. After about half an hour, she relented and allowed me to lie on the sofa
and watch with her.

At about 9:00, Mum switched off the TV and told me to follow her upstairs to
her room. My blood ran cold as I walked after her. She had said I would be
getting another spanking, but I was still incredibly sore and aching. I didn't
know what would happen if I had to take yet further punishment. As soon as we
entered her bedroom, Mum sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Right, come over my knee, Simon. Time for another spanking !"
I stared at her imploringly, tears welling 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 idle threat or not, but I certainly wasn't going to risk getting
strapped across my testicles ! I went over and lay across her lap, shuddering
nervously. Mum reached down and lightly stroked my tender buttocks.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm not going to spank your bottom. It's had quite
enough punishment for today, I think. But your thighs haven't been touched yet,
so I'm going to make them nice and red to match your arse !"
With that, she brought her hand smartly down across my right thigh. I grunted
at the impact, and Mum began to spank my thighs vigorously, her hand beating
a brisk tattoo on my leg. She concentrated solely on my right thigh until it
was really stinging, and I was wailing loudly. Then she switched to my left,
and gave that the same treatment.

When she was done, Mum ordered me to stand up and face away from her, hands on
head. I stood there staring at the wall while my mother scrutinised my bottom
and thighs. She ran her fingertips lightly over my bruised buttocks, and my
cock twitched in spite of myself. Mum chuckled behind me.
"Well, you do have a nice, red backside" she said. "And your thighs match it
beautifully, if I do say so myself. I can't wait to get at you again tomorrow.
You'll be lying over Mummy's knee and squealing like a little piglet, won't
you darling ?"
I blushed furiously and stammered "Ye-yes, Mummy."
Mum laughed again. "Good. Now come into my bathroom and we'll give you a shower.
I'm sure you need one."

Mum led me into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and ushered me into the
shower. She then turned it on and made me stand under it while she adjusted
the temperature. When the water 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
thoroughly. I stiffened slightly under her ministrations, but she just seemed
to ignore it. I soon went limp again when she finished off by roughly scrubbing
my aching buttocks. She then took the showerhead in her hand and rinsed me off.
When I stepped from the shower, Mum was holding a towel with which she proceeded
to rub me dry, just as if I was a small boy. Then she knelt behind me and rubbed
lotion into my buttocks and thighs, which eased the pain.

"Now, you go over there and stand in the corner, hands on head facing the wall.
I'm going to have a shower myself now, 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 I
catch you trying to peek at me, my lad, you'll wish you'd never been born !
Understood ?"
"Ye-yes, Mummy !" I said hurriedly, and 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 standing there naked, but that I couldn't see her. Then I heard
the shower start, and my cock grew rigid 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 bottom warned me that this would be a very bad idea !

When Mum had showered, she went into her bedroom. She came back a moment later
and told me to turn around. She was dressed in a thin nightie which came half
way down her thighs. Although the neckline was fairly modest, there was no
disguising the swell of her bosom, or indeed her other exciting curves.
"Time for bed, I think." said Mum. "I want you to come and 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 now that you will be punished very severely if I even
so much as suspect your hand has touched your prick. Understand ?"
I blushed and nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Mum smiled.
"Good, now let's go to sleep. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow !"

That night was dreadful ! I slept fitfully, unable to relax because of the
presence next to me of my mother. Her scent and the feeling of her body so
close to me was over-powering. I kept telling myself she was my mother, that
what I was feeling was wrong, but it was no use. My teenage libido was in full
control and my cock was stiff the whole time. I did reach down and stroke it
lightly, but I didn't dare do anything else for fear of waking my mother, who
I knew was a very light sleeper. Finally exhaustion overcame me and I dropped
into a deep sleep.

Tuesday

In the morning, I woke to discover that Mum was already up and about. I stumbled
downstairs and found Mum in the kitchen. She smiled and said she was glad to

see I had remembered to stay naked, which made me blush. I had some coffee and
cereal, and then helped Mum to clear up the dishes. When we were done, Mum
turned to me and said
"Now, Simon. Just bend over the table, please. It's time for your first spanking
of the day !"
I cringed, as my bottom was still rather sore. Still, I did as I was told and
bent over the kitchen table. Mum picked up a wooden spatula, and came over to
me. She tapped it lightly against her palm as she looked at me.
"Yes, as I feared. Your bottom has faded overnight. It's not nearly as red and
shiny as it was yesterday." She giggled. "I guess I'm just going to have to
work at it until it's nicely coloured again."

Mum placed her left hand on the small of my back, then swung the spatula hard
against my buttocks. It stung quite a bit, and I grunted. Mum then started to
spank me with a steady rhythm, bringing the spatula down on first one cheek
then the other. It was a measured pace, less frenzied than the previous day's
spanking. I started to squirm slightly as my bottom grew hot, but Mum just
pressed down more firmly on my back and kept spanking.
"Keep still now, Simon." she warned. "If you struggle too much, I can always
tie you to the table and then fetch the strap. I want to do a nice job of
warming your bottom up for the day, so don't go wriggling about !"

I did my best to keep still as the spatula whipped down on to my aching bottom.
My quiet grunts turned to cries and sobs as Mum systematically spanked my bottom
until it was red and sore. After some time, she stopped spanking.
"Hmmm, I think that will do for now." she said. "Stand up and turn to face me."
I did as she asked, tears glistening in my eyes.
"There's a good boy." she said, smiling at me. "Bad boys should have a hot, red
bottom, shouldn't they, darling ?"
I nodded miserably. Mum's smile faded.
"Simon, when I ask you a question I expect a proper answer. Dumb insolence will
get you a good hard strapping, is that understood ?"
"Yes Mum." I said clearly, not wanting to provoke her further. Mum looked at
me critically.
"Little boys say 'Mummy'." she said. "Since you're a bad little boy, I want you
to talk like one, and that means calling me 'Mummy' from now on, understand ?"
"Yes Mummy." I replied. Mum grinned at me.
"That's better. You remember that from now on. If you forget, you'll be punished
for it. Now tell me what you are and what you should have."
"Please Mummy, I'm a bad little boy and I should have a hot, red bottom."
I answered, blushing furiously. Mum laughed loudly, and I blushed some more.

The day passed fairly quickly, all things considered. Mum set me a variety of
jobs to do around the house, which were dull but at least kept me occupied.
She would look in on me from time to time, wherever I was working, just to check
I was doing as I was told. She would scrutinise my work, admit that it was just
about acceptable, and warn me of severe punishment should it fall below par.
Fortunately, however, she did not see fit to spank me again. I was expecting
to be punished around lunchtime, but to my surprise I was not. Once lunch was
over, Mum just sent me back to my chores. I began to relax a little. Maybe the
spanking part of the punishment was over, and all I had to endure was the
humiliation of being naked around the house.

At about 4pm, Mum called me into her bedroom. When I entered, she handed me
a pair of her panties. They were white cotton with little blue flowers printed
on them, and were edged with lace.
"Put these on." she ordered, and watched with glee as I duly pulled on her
panties. My face went crimson as I stood before her in such feminine attire,
and she was clearly enjoying my discomfort. She then led me to my own room and
instructed me to put on shorts, a T-shirt and my trainers.
"We're just going out for a little while." she explained as I got dressed.
"Much as I would like to take you out in public stark naked, I suppose it's not
really a good idea ! But I think that knowing you have frilly women's knickers
on under your shorts should make you sufficiently uncomfortable."
She chuckled and I blushed. She was right of course. Even though no-one could
see them, it was not a good feeling. I could already picture catching myself
on a nail, or being in a traffic accident, and having the whole world see me
in my mother's panties !

We got into the car and drove into town. Once we had parked, Mum led me into
the main shopping centre. To my surprise, we returned to the shoe store where
this whole thing had started. We stopped outside it, and Mum leant close to me
and whispered in my ear.
"Simon, once we get inside, you are to go along with everything I say, OK ?
If you do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to contradict me in any way, then
you'll wish you'd never been born, is that understood ?"
Her voice was quiet, but intense and menacing. I shivered, and said quickly.
"Yes Mummy, I understand Mummy." Mum smiled at me, then took my hand and marched
into the shop.

We entered the shop, and Mum told me to wait while she went over and talked
to one of the salespeople. The store was clearly just about to close, and
once the last customer had left, another assistant went and locked the doors.
Mum then beckoned me over to her. The shop was L-shaped, and we went into the
part of it not visible from the door. There were two people there, who Mum
introduced to me as Joanne, the manager, and Lucy, one of the assistants.
I recognised Joanne as the woman who had helped Mum the previous day, and I
was pretty sure Lucy had been there too. They were both smiling at me.
"Since Joanne and Lucy were the ones who witnessed your little antics
yesterday," said Mum, "I thought it only fair that they should help to punish
you. After all, it was hardly good for their shop to have something like that
happen. So I think the first thing you should do is apologise to them."

I blushed furiously, then looked up at the two smiling women and said
"I-I'm very sorry if I caused you any embarrassment, a-and I'm sorry if
it caused any trouble for your shop."
Joanne smiled at me. "That's alright, Simon. Apology accepted. Although
you realise that we're going to have to punish you severely, don't you ?"
"Yes, Joanne", I replied quietly.

Joanne then turned to Lucy. "Did you find something appropriate ?" she
asked. Lucy grinned at her. "Oh yes," she said, "I think I've found just
the thing. A man's slipper, and we had it in a large size as well."
She turned and opened a shoe box on the seat next to her, taking out a large
slipper.
"See, it's got a thick leather sole and everything," she giggled, "Just right
for spanking naughty boys with !"
Mum turned to me, as I gaped at her in horror.
"Oh yes, Simon. I've decided that Joanne and Lucy are both going to put you
over their knee and spank you. That should teach you to disrupt their
business for them. Now take your clothes off !"

Suddenly I realised why Mum had made me wear her panties ! I also remembered
her warning to play along with her or else ! Blushing furiously, I slowly
undressed, removing my shoes and shirt first, before finally lowering my
shorts. I did think about pulling the panties down with my shorts so they
wouldn't be seen, but I realised this might not count as playing along with
my mother. So, crimson with embarrassment, I pulled down my shorts and
revealed the lacy panties I was wearing. Lucy giggled, and I heard a sharp
intake of breath from Mum. Joanne looked at her quizzically
"Aren't those a bit feminine for him ?" she asked, smiling. Mum looked
shocked.
"Yes they are !" she exclaimed. "Because they're mine ! I knew the little
pervert wanked off in my panties from time to time, but I never thought he
was into wearing them ! God, is there nothing he won't stoop to ?!"

I blushed furiously throughout this exchange, partly because of the shame at
being seen in women's underwear, but also because it was true that I had
masturbated in my mother's underwear a couple of times. I had always been
careful to shove them into the middle of the linen hamper, and was sure she
hadn't found them. Clearly I had been wrong ! I wasn't sure if Joanne was
taken in by this little charade or not, but Lucy certainly was. She stared
at me in fascination, and to my horror I felt my cock start to twitch and
rise slightly inside the panties. Joanne reached over and put her hand on
mother's arm.
"Never mind, dear. Let's get on with it, and you can sort the rest out at
home." She turned towards me.
"Come on, little panty boy ! Get your knickers down and bend over Lucy's knee.
It's time we warmed that bad little bottom of yours !"

I quickly removed the shameful panties, and positioned myself across Lucy's
knee. Joanne handed her one of the leather soled slippers, and she took it
eagerly. At first, she rubbed the sole of the slipper teasingly over my
buttocks, clearly enjoying her new-found power over me. Then I felt the
slipper lifted from my bottom, only to come crashing back down on it with a
terrific THWAACK! I yelped, more with surprise than pain, and heard Lucy
giggling. She struck me twice more in rapid succession, then paused again.
"Mmmm, look at his bum turn red !" she chuckled.

"Get on with it, Lucy !" said Joanne. "Either spank him properly, or let me
have him !" There was an intensity to her voice which chilled me, and I was
sure I was not going to like my turn across her lap. Lucy duly obeyed and
began to spank me with a brisk rhythm. She was clearly not an experienced or
accurate spanker, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Some of her blows
were wild, falling on the edge of my thighs or just skimming my bottom, but
each one was very strong. Before long my yelps turned to wails, and tears
welled in my eyes as my already sensitive buttocks received yet another
spanking.

After a while, Joanne told Lucy to let me up, and told me to come over to her.
I stood in front of her, waiting to be put across her knee. Instead she
reached out and took me by the shoulders, staring deep into my eyes.
"It's along time since I got to give a really good spanking." she hissed,
"Especially to the sort of disgusting little brat who'd embarrass his mother by
tearing her dress in public and then strutting around in her knickers !
I'm really going to enjoy this, you little prick !"

With that, she pulled by now trembling body across her knee and grasped the
slipper. She made a couple of minor adjustments to my position and then she
started to spank me. How easy that is to say, and how little justice it does
to what she did ! It was obvious from the first stroke that Joanne really
knew what she was doing. Her blows rained down in a furious cadence, each one
devastatingly strong and accurate. I yelled and twisted on her lap as a white
hot fire was lit in my already tortured bottom. The room echoed to the crack
of the slipper, and the howls and squeals which it tore from my body.

I looked across at my mother, and through the blur of my tears I saw her
watching intently. It was hard to make out her expression exactly, but she
was clearly enjoying the spectacle. I also thought there was an intensity
about her expression which I hadn't seen before. I was quickly distracted
from my observations by Joanne's continuing ministrations. My arse was
thoroughly ablaze now, aching and throbbing furiously. Joanne continued to
slipper me viciously for a couple more minutes, before finally stopping. She
sat back, breathing hard, and I slowly rose to my feet, grimacing with pain.
Tears streamed down my face as I stood gingerly upright.

"Turn around Simon, let me see your bottom !" snapped Mother. I duly turned,
my face crimson with shame and humiliation, to allow her to inspect me.
"Well, ladies, you have done an excellent job !" she exclaimed delightedly.
"I don't think I've ever seen his bottom so red ! It's beautiful."
She then told me to get my clothes on, and reminded me not to forget my
panties, at which they all laughed. Fresh tears welled in my eyes, this time
from embarrassment, but I did as I was told. My clothes rubbed painfully at
my buttocks.

When Mum stood up to leave, Joanne asked what she was going to do about my
stealing her underwear. I looked at her, and saw a distinctly unpleasant gleam
in her eye. Mum smiled wickedly.
"Well, I keep a rather special strap at home. It's very thick, and is just the
thing for little perverts like this one. Once he's had a chance to recover from
this little session, he's going to find himself bending over for a severe dose
of the leather. Does that sound appropriate ?"
Joanne giggled. "Oh yes," she said, "That sounds just perfect ! Make sure you
give him a couple of strokes from me !"

We walked to the shop entrance, and Mum smiled at Joanne and Lucy, and thanked
them for their help.
"Not at all," said Joanne. "To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten just how good
it felt to give a boy a sound thrashing. My son had better watch his step over
the next couple of days, because now I'm just itching to take the belt to him !"
"Oh yes !" added Lucy. "I wish I had someone to spank ! If you ever need any
help with this one again, don't hesitate to call."
They all laughed, and then we left.

Mum was jubilant as we drove home.
"Oh Simon !" she chuckled, "You should have seen your face when you had to
drop your shorts and show them those cute little panties ! What was it that
Joanne called you ? A little panty boy ? I liked that !"
I sat silently on the seat, blushing furiously. I had never been so embarrassed,
and yet I couldn't help remembering how my cock had started to harden when I
showed them the knickers I was wearing. There was something strangely exciting
about being publicly humiliated like that.
"And you didn't cause any trouble, either." continued Mum. "You went along with
it just like I said. You see, you can be a good boy when you want to be !"

That evening, the weather grew hot and sultry. I was quite glad to be naked,
since it helped keep me cool. Mum changed into a loose top and shorts and we
sat in the living room watching TV. As a reward for co-operating I didn't have
to do any corner time, and could lie on the sofa as I wished and watch the TV
with Mum. Then, as yesterday, Mum rose and switched the set off, then turned to
me.
"Right. Time for punishment ! Stand in the middle of the room, quickly now !"
I hurriedly obeyed, standing legs apart and hands on head. Mum smiled and told
me to wait there. She left the room and was back before long with the strap.
"Oooh, please Mummy !" I wailed. "Not the strap, not after what I got this
afternoon !"
"Now come on, Simon." said Mum, smiling. "You heard me tell Joanne that you
were going to get the strap for wearing my panties. You wouldn't expect me to
go back on my word, would you ? Besides, I'm sure your bum can take a little
more, and I haven't touched your thighs all day. So bend over and grab your
ankles, and let's get this over with."

Slowly I bent over and gripped my ankles. For a moment the room was still.
Then I heard the strap hiss through the air before landing against my buttocks
with a loud THHWAACK ! I yelled as the leather bit into my already sore bottom.
I could feel the hot, burning stripe left by its impact. Mother delivered three
more strokes to my tortured arse, then moved down and began strapping my thighs.
I yelled, and tears streamed down my face as she beat me implacably. I lost
count of how many strokes I received, before she moved back to my bottom to
finish off.

"There ! <THHWAACK!> That's what I call <THWAACK!> a well <THWAACK!> punished
<THWAACK!> bottom ! <THWAACK!>" cried Mum, as she administered the last few
strokes. "Stand up straight now."
I slowly straightened up, wincing from the agonising fire burning in my bottom.
"Assume the position !" snapped Mother, and I quickly moved my legs apart and
put my hands on my head. I stood there, tears and sweat flowing down my face.
My whole body dripped with sweat from the closeness of the room, and I could
see my mother was flushed and panting as she looked at me.

"Well, we have had a good day, haven't we ?" said Mum, smiling. "Did you like
getting spanked in the shop today ?"
"N-no, Mummy." I stammered. Mum feigned surprise.
"Really ? I thought all boys liked being naked around women. Didn't you enjoy
showing them your cock ? Being able to wave that big prick around in front of
them ? You've got a nice cock, I'd have thought you liked showing it off."
My face went crimson, but I could feel my cock start to harden in spite of
myself. I felt so humiliated, but there was nothing I could do. Mum noticed
immediately.
"See ? I knew you liked it !" she laughed. "You like being stripped and
hummiliated and thrashed, don't you ? Otherwise why would you be hard now ?"
I blushed deeply, but said nothing. I couldn't think how to answer her, mainly
because I didn't entirely understand it myself.
"Come on, Simon, answer the question ! If you're getting hard, you must have
enjoyed it, mustn't you ?"
"Y-yes, Mummy." I sobbed, taking the path of least resistance. I thought that
if I just played along, this would be over quicker. Mum grinned at me.
"Well, aren't you a lucky boy, then ? Because Mummy's going to make sure you
get plenty of humiliation and spankings over the next few days. Now let's
go and shower and get into bed."
The routine followed the same pattern as yesterday, with mother scrubbing me
and then making me stand in the corner while she showered herself. Because of
the heat, however, she did not bother dressing, but simply climbed into bed
naked like me.

The sultry heat made it difficult for me to sleep, and I tossed and turned.
What made it worse was having my mother's naked body so close to me. In the
moonlight through the curtains, I stared at her curvacious body, at the firm
swell of her breasts and buttocks. My cock grew stiff as I imagined what it
would be like to have that body pressed against mine, to feel her flesh
against me. I felt guilty for having such thoughts about my mother, but the
oppressive heat and the events of the last couple of days overrode all that.
Finally, I was so aroused that I decided to risk everything. I slid off the
bed as gently as I could so as to avoid waking Mum. I knelt on the floor and
put a tissue in front of me, then started to masturbate while staring at my
mother. It took almost no time at all before I was panting, and could feel
my orgasm was close.

Suddenly, Mum rolled over and looked directly at me. I froze in shock.
"Simon, didn't I tell you not to do that ?" she asked quietly. "Isn't that
why you are sleeping in here ?"
"Yes Mummy." I whispered. Mum sat up and turned the bedside lamp on.
"Come over here and get across my knee." she said, sitting up and taking
the hairbrush from her nightstand. I rose, my cock still hard and bobbing in
front of me, and walked round to her. I lay across her lap and she settled me
into position.
"Simon, you're a disgusting little pervert, getting hard looking at your own
mother. I can assure you, you aren't going to feel the least like wanking once
I'm through with you !"

With that she began spanking me with the hairbrush. The heavy wooden oval bit
into my buttocks and before long I was crying loudly. Mum never let up,
pounding my arse mercilessly. Despite the pain, I was still very aware of my
mother's naked body pressed against mine, and even the pain of the beating
could not make my cock go down completely. I writhed and struggled, my bottom
ablaze from this treatment on top of the effects of my other spankings. The
pain was driven from my mind, however, when my struggles brought my cock briefly
into contact with my mother's pussy. I gasped in shock when I felt how wet and
hot it was. My mother was clearly very aroused ! My cock stiffened anew, and
I was caught between my arousal and the agony produced by the spanking. The
intensity of the situation soon overwhelmed me, and I came, shooting my cum
all over my mother's thighs. Mother immediately stopped spanking me, and pushed
me on to the floor in front of her. I looked up at her, entranced by her nudity
and by how flushed she was.
"Lick it up !" she hissed fiercely. "Lick me clean, you little bastard !"
I bent my head, shivering with fear and arousal, and licked my cum off her
thighs. When I was done, I raised my head and looked nervously at her, and
the fierce gleam in her eyes.
"Get to your room." she said. "We'll deal with this tomorrow."

Hurriedly I went next door to my own room. I lay on my bed, trying to come to
terms with it all. Trying to understand what had happened, and why I was so
aroused. As I lay there, I heard soft moans coming from my mother's room,
moans which grew in intensity and finally ended in a cry. My mother had just
masturbated herself, I realised. It was a long time before I finally went to
sleep, and that sleep was not easy.

Wednesday

Not surprisingly, I rose late again the next morning. I went into the kitchen
and made myself some breakfast. I was sitting eating, when Mum came in, wearing
only a black bra and panties. My jaw dropped, and I stared openly at her, my
cock hardening rapidly. She stood in front of me for a moment, watching me,
a faint smile playing around her lips.
"Stand up and assume the position." she said quietly, and I leapt to my feet
and did as I was told. Mum stared pointedly at my erection.
"Oh dear !" she exclaimed. "I was hoping that you weren't going to do that
again. I did think it might be just because we were in the same bed naked, and
it was so hot. Now I see you really are just a disgusting little pervert."
I blushed furiously, but my cock refused to soften even slightly. Mum sighed.
"Oh Simon, what am I going to do ?" she said. "Despite all the punishment
you've had, you just seem to get naughtier. I suppose I'll just have to keep
going and hope for the best, won't I ?"
"Yes Mummy." I answered, sheepishly. Mum smiled.
"So you agree you're a pervert, do you ?" she asked.
"Y-yes Mummy," I stammered, my face crimson. "I-I am a pervert. I'm sorry."
"And what do you think I should do about it, hmmm ?" asked Mum.
"I-I don't know, Mummy." I faltered. Mum grinned wickedly.
"Oh come now, I think you do. Tell me what happens to bad little boys in this
house."
"B-bad l-little boys get a-a spanking." I said quietly.

Mum stared at me in silence for a moment, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
"Yes, Simon. Bad little boys get a good spanking on their bare bottoms. Now,
I want you to tell me exactly what you are, and what I need to do about it.
Answer properly, or you'll pay for it !"
I hesitated for a moment, then lifted my chin and said clearly
"Please Mummy, I'm a very bad boy. I'm a disgusting little pervert. Y-you
need to give me a hard spanking on my bare bottom so that I'm very sorry !"

Mum moved round and stood at my shoulder. She whispered into my ear.
"Tell me, do you really think a spanking is good enough ? I mean, I spanked
you last night, and you came all over my leg ! How do I stop that happening
again ?"
I was trembling now, overcome with arousal and fear and all manner of emotions.
"I-I don't know, Mummy." I said nervously.
"Well I do," purred Mum. "I think the way to stop it happening again is to
give you a really hard beating, so you can't possibly enjoy it ! I know that
sounds harsh, but it's the only way, isn't it ?"
Tears welled in my eyes at the thought of more severe punishment.
"P-please Mummy !" I sobbed. "P-please d-don't beat me ! My bottom is still
really sore !"
Mum reached down and flicked the head of my cock, making me jump.
"But this is still hard." she said, "So you must still be excited, which means
you need punishment for being such a naughty boy. Now bend over the table,
panty boy, and wait while I fetch the strap !"

Sobbing, I bend over the table. Mum quickly retrieved the strap and came back
into the kitchen. She stood behind me in silence for a moment, then lifted the
strap and brought it down hard across my bottom. I yelled loudly as the
leather bit into my already aching backside. Again the strap fell, and again
I screamed. The pain was immense, and I really wasn't sure how much more I
could take ! Once more the strap fell, and I howled and danced frantically
from foot to foot.
"Please Mummy ! Please stop ! I-I'm sorry ! Please !" I cried frantically.
"Calm down, Simon." said Mum. "Perhaps you have had enough for now. Just take
one more and it will be over. But you have to ask me nicely for the last stroke,
tell me how hard it should be and why you need it. If you do that properly, this
will be the last one. Otherwise we'll carry on until you get it right."
My mind raced, as I tried to work out what she meant. I thought for a moment,
then said desperately
"Please Mummy, I know I was very naughty and I need to be punished. Please will
you give me a very hard stroke with the strap to punish me for being a
disgusting little panty boy !"
Mum laughed. "That's a good boy ! Now, stick your bottom out so I can make this
a really good one, and then it's over."
Tentatively, I arched my back so my bottom was raised up. I heard Mum shift
and then heard the strap whistling through the air to land with a resounding
THWAACK! I screamed loudly and jerked against the table, my arse ablaze !
Then I slumped down, tears rolling down my face.

Mum came over and put her arms around me. She hugged me quietly for a while.
"There, there. All over now. Come upstairs with me, and we'll put some cream
on your bottom. Then you can have a rest."
We went upstairs to my bedroom. I lay on the bed and Mum massaged cream into
my bottom. I was relieved that this didn't cause me to get aroused. My bottom
was aching too much for that ! Mum left me then and I dozed on my bed. I was
just overwhelmed by everything, and I needed to relax and regain some control.
To my intense relief, Mum left me alone for the rest of the morning, and I
tried to get myself together again.

After lunch, Mum announced we would be going out shopping. A look of terror
passed across my face, and she quickly reassured me that it wasn't going to be
like last time and I wasn't going to get spanked.
"Just behave yourself, and everything will be fine. " she said. "Although if
you're a bad boy, I won't hesitate to spank you in public !"
With that, she led me to her room and gave me a pair of pink cotton panties to
put on. Blushing, I pulled on her knickers. To my surprise, my cock started to
swell, and I blushed even more. Mum saw it and laughed.
"See ?" she crowed. "I _knew_ you liked wearing panties ! You really are
Mummy's little panty boy, aren't you ?"
"Y-yes, Mummy." I stammered.
"Well say it then. Tell me what you are."
"I-I'm Mummy's little p-panty boy."
Mum laughed again, and told me to go put on a shirt, shorts and shoes. Then
we went to the car and drove off.

We ended up in a part of town I didn't know. It was away from the centre, and
seemed a little run down. Mum parked the car up a side street and told me to
wait for her, then she walked off round the corner. The weather was still very
hot, and sweat rolled down my face as I waited in the stuffy car. The sky was
growing dark, and I was hopeful that the weather would break and end this
oppressive heat. I sat there, wondering where Mum had gone. I was sure it had
something to do with me, but I couldn't decide what. After all, she had said
I wasn't going to be spanked on this trip, and I believed her. So what was it ?
After about half an hour, Mum returned. She was carrying a large plain brown
paper bag, which she deposited in the back of the car. She got in and sat down
heavily, panting slightly.
"Whew, it really is hot." she exclaimed. "It was worth the trip, though. The
shop had everything I wanted." She turned to me and smiled.
"Right, time to go home. But first I want you to take your shorts off !"
"What ?!" I exclaimed. "Here ? But-but people will see !"
Mum looked around theatrically.
"I see no-one." she said. "And no-one's going to see you while we're driving,
are they ? So do as you're told, unless you want to be bent over the front of
the car and spanked !"

There was no way I could bear that, so I quickly tugged my shorts down. Mum told
me to throw them into the back of the car, which I did. I looked down at myself,
my lower half bare except for the thin pink cotton stretched across my groin.
Mum giggled, and drove off. I was in agony. I was pretty sure Mum was right, and
that no-one could see the state I was in. However, I still retained enough
doubts to turn the drive home into a hell ride ! However, on the way home, the
storm finally broke. Thunder crashed and rain poured down, sheeting down the
glass and making it impossible to see out or in. Even so, I practically sagged
with relief when we pulled into our driveway. Then Mum stopped the car and
turned to me.
"Now take off everything but the panties. Do it !" she snapped, seeing me
hesitate. Reluctantly, I stripped off and then sat looking nervously at her.
"Now get out and run round to the back door." she said, smiling. "Assume the
position there, facing the door, and wait for me."

I climbed out of the car into the pouring rain. Our house was fairly closed off
by trees, so it was unlikely that I would be seen, but I wasn't taking the
chance. I sprinted round the house to stand by the back door. The back door was
in a narrow passage by the fence. There was no cover from the rain, but at least
I could be sure no-one would see me there. By the time I reached the door I was
already soaked. I stood in the expected fashion, legs apart and hands on head,
and waited. The weather was still warm enough that I wasn't going to catch cold,
but I still wanted to get out of the rain. I could feel it running all over my
skin. My panties were sodden and clung to my bottom and balls. The minutes
went by, and still Mum did not let me in. I stood there humiliated, and then
started to feel  a strange warmth in my groin as my cock began to stiffen.
I was forced to admit to myself that this kind of humiliation was starting to
excite me. I found myself wondering what Mum had in store for me next, and
became even more aroused.

After about fifteen minutes, the door opened and Mum stood there looking at me.
She burst out laughing as she stared.
"Oh Simon !" she exclaimed. "You look like a drowned rat ! Turn around, honey,
and face the fence. Let me see your bum."
I turned around, blushing, and stood facing the fence as Mum examined me.
"Now back up slowly, Simon, until you're right against the door."
I did as I was told, taking careful steps backwards until I felt the step
against my ankles.
"Now bend over, darling !" purred Mum, and I duly did she told me.
"Right, now I want you to stick your bottom back as far as it will go."
explained Mum. "I want to be able to smack it without getting rained on, but
I want you to be out in the rain while I spank you !"
I flushed with shame, but my cock throbbed. Gingerly, I did as she asked,
thrusting my buttocks backward by bending at the knee until I was sure my
bottom was through the door. I felt Mum's left hand rest gently on the small
of my back, and then she slapped my arse hard with her hand. I yelped and
shook. Mum giggled.
"Yes, it stings when it's wet, doesn't it ?" she chuckled, giving me another
few quicks slaps.

She then took hold of the panties and peeled them off my bottom, pulling them
down to the knee.
"Now hold those in position !" she said, and began to spank me. Her hand beat
a brisk tattoo on my wet and stinging buttocks. My eyes watered in pain and
humiliation as the rain continued to run over my back and head, while Mum
spanked my bottom from inside the house. My cock pulsed wildly from the
humiliation of it all. I kept my legs braced apart to keep the panties around
my knees. I also realised that the effort I was putting into this came more
from my enjoyment of the humiliation of doing it, than from any fear of what
Mum might do if I let them drop. Mum, meanwhile, was giving me a light but
thorough spanking, and giggling throughout like a little girl with a favourite
toy. Which, I realised sharply, was pretty much what I was at the moment !
After a few minutes, Mum stopped and told me to come inside. She shut the door
and handed me a towel to dry myself with. My bottom was stinging, but not too
badly, and I realised Mum had been pretty restrained, which was comforting.
When I was dry, she told me to come and help her around the house.

That evening, Mum's friend Bob was due to visit. Bob had been friends with
my parents since they were all at university together, and had been very
supportive after my father's death. He had always been good to me, and I liked
him a lot. I had recently begun to suspect that he and Mum slept together
sometimes, since he had got divorced about a year ago, but had no real evidence
to support this view. I wondered whether Mum was going to tell him what had
happened, whether she would let me get dressed before he arrived, and so on.
Bob was due to arrive shortly after dinner, and by the time we had eaten and
washed up, Mum had still given no indication as to her plans. However, as time
went by and I received no instructions to dress, I began to realise that Mum
was going to tell him everything !

At about 7:30, the doorbell rang. Mum told me to stand in the corner of the
living room, hands on head, and then went to answer it. She returned with Bob,
who predictably asked why I was standing there naked like that ! Mum explained
I was being punished, and pointed out my reddened buttocks as evidence. Bob
whistled through his teeth, clearly my arse was currently a sight to behold !
Mum then told me to turn around, which I did, my face burning with shame.
She then ordered me to tell Bob why I was being punished. Blushing furiously,
I stammered out an account of what had happened in the shoe shop. Bob's face
darkened as he listened. When I had finished, he exclaimed
"Well, Simon ! I am disappointed in you. How could you embarrass your mother
like that ?! What were you thinking ?!"

He put his arms round my mother and hugged her.
"Are you alright, Sarah ?" he asked, tenderly. "It must have been dreadful for
you."
To my horror, Mum smiled at me over his shoulder and winked ! She then put on
a shaky voice and said
"Well, yes, I'm OK now I think. But it was horrible, Bob ! I-I've never been
so embarrassed. People were laughing and making comments, and ooooh !"
She slumped against his shoulder, apparently sobbing. Bob held her and
comforted her. When she pulled away, he turned to me angrily.
"Simon, all I can say is that if you were my son, your backside would be a
DAMN sight redder than it is now ! I hope you're ashamed of yourself !"
I blushed further and bowed my head. I was ashamed, even though I was certain
Mum was acting at this precise moment.

Mum looked at Bob for a moment, then said quietly.
"Actually Bob, I wanted to ask you about that. I've spanked and strapped
Simon several times, but I don't know that I'm really getting through to him.
You see, he... he's been getting erections when I punish him ! It may just be
a reaction to being naked or something, I don't know, but it worries me.
He even got an erection looking at me in the shop !"
I was stunned ! I stood there blushing furiously, my face even redder than my
bottom. I didn't know where to look, what to do, anything. What was worse was
that even as she said it, I felt my cock twitch slightly. Mum continued.
"So, I was wondering, I know it's a lot to ask, but I thought that perhaps if
you were to do it, maybe that would be better. I'll understand if you don't
want to, Bob, you know I will, but I had to ask. I'm at my wit's end !"

Bob put his hands on Mum's shoulders and smiled at her.
"Don't worry, Sarah." he said soothingly. "I understand completely, and I'd be
happy to help. You sit here and relax, it's going to be OK now. I'll take Simon
out to the garage. Is there a table or something he can bend over ? "
Mum confirmed there was an old workbench of my father's that he could use.
"Good. Then I'll take Simon out there now and give him a good dose of my belt.
I assure you that when we come back, you will have a very contrite little boy,
with an extremely sore bottom !"
He moved towards me, grabbed me by the arm, and led me from the room. I followed
him numbly out to the garage, when he put the workbench in the middle of the
floor and ordered me to bend across it, legs slightly apart. I waited there in
silence for a moment, breathing heavily. Sweat beaded on my body as I waited
nervously for my punishment to begin. Bob was such a unknown quantity, and he
was clearly very angry with me. In spite of everything, I could feel my cock
starting to swell as I thought about my predicament. I was bent over naked,
showing my arse to this man, and waiting to be thrashed. Yet something inside
me was aroused by it !

"I'm not going to give you a big lecture." he said quietly. "We both know that
what you did was utterly despicable. I was a boy once, I know how your hormones
can take over, but there are limits ! You embarrassed your mother terribly, and
made her very worried. Now, I know that boys get hard for all sorts of odd
reasons, and I shall try to explain that to her later. I can see you're hard
now, and I'm sure you aren't really excited about what's going to happen. So,
let's get this over with, shall we ?"
I heard a soft snicking sound as he pulled his belt from his trousers. It was
a soft yet menacing sound, and I shook slightly as the anticipation rose.
Then I heard the belt hiss through the air, before landing across my arse with
a lound THWAACK! I yelled and jumped. Bob's belt wasn't as thick and heavy as
Mum's strap, but it still stung, and Bob was much stronger than Mum. He settled
into a steady rhythm, blows falling briskly and regularly. I yelped and danced
and squealed as the belt bit into me. Tears flowed down my face as once more
my buttocks were set on fire ! Bob was almost like a robot, the rhythm never
altered, his aim was perfect, and he seemed totally unmoved by my cries. On
and on he went, thrashing me as I had never been thrashed before. He was a
strong man with plenty of stamina, and he was putting it all into my beating.

The pain was intense, coming as it did on top of all my other punishments.
Before long I was wailing at Bob, pleading with him to stop, telling him how
sorry I was, but to no avail. Bob was like a man possessed, and he just kept
strapping my bottom with all the force he could muster. I twisted and screamed
as the belt continued to lash me. The workbench jumped and rocked as I
convulsed against it. God knows how many times that belt rose and fell, it
seemed like hundreds ! Then, finally, Bob stopped. I slumped against the
workbench, sobbing hysterically. Bob waited patiently for me to calm down.
When my sobbing has quietened, he said
"Right. Let's go back inside, and show your mother your bottom. Then I want
you to apologise to her, and you'd better make it sincere !"

We went back into the house, with me wincing at every step, my face very red
and tear-streaked, and my buttocks pounding with agony. We went into the
living room, where Mum was sat on the sofa. Bob made me turn round, and I heard
Mum gasp as she looked at my bottom. Then Bob told me to face her, and looked
at me expectantly. I turned to Mum and said
"Please, Mummy. I really am very sorry that I embarrassed you in public. I know
it was bad and despicable, and I promise never to do anything like that again.
I really am very, very sorry !"
Mum smiled, and Bob looked at me with a slight smile on his face, clearly
satisfied with what I had said, and sure now that I was genuinely contrite.

Mum told him to wait while she took me to bed and rubbed some cream into my
bottom. We went upstairs to my room and I lay down gratefully on my bed and
closed my eyes. Mum fetched the cream and started rubbing it into my bottom.
My eyes had remained closed the whole time, and I just tried to relax and
enjoy the soothing feel of the cream. It stung horribly at first, but soon I
felt it doing its work.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Simon." said Mum quietly.
I rolled onto my side and looked at her, my eyes widening and my mouth dropping
open as I saw what she was holding ! They were padded leather handcuffs, held
together by a long length of thin chain. Mum grinned at my reaction. She
threaded the cuffs round the bedpost, just below the headboard, then fastened
them briskly around my wrists. I was now secured to the bed ! My hands could
come down about as far as my chest, but no further. Mum grinned at me.
"I'm sorry to have to resort to this," she said, "but after last night it seems
to be the only way I could be sure you weren't going to wank, you little panty
pervert ! Now try to relax, have a nap. I'll come in to say goodnight once
Bob has gone."

After she left, I lay there stunned. Handcuffed ! What's more, handcuffed with
what looked very like sex toy handcuffs ! My cock became stiff as I thought
about being tied up like this. Of course, I could do nothing to relieve my
stiffness, that was the whole point ! I lay there twisting in sexual frustration
for a while, and then began to think about what had just happened, what lay
ahead and my mind whirled. Eventually, tiredness overcame me and I dozed.

When I awoke, it was dark, and Mum was kneeling beside my bed. Naked. My cock
leapt as I stared at her.
"How are you feeling ?" she asked, and I told her I felt OK, but still very
sore. Mum chuckled quietly.
"Yes, Bob really did a job on your arse, didn't he ?! I wish I could have seen
it ! I really creamed my knickers when you showed me your bottom ! It was
wonderful."
My cock throbbed at my mother's dirty talk. So I was right, she had been getting
turned on by punishing me.
"We've been fucking all night, you know." Mum purred. "He'd fuck me, then I'd
suck him hard so he could fuck me again. I just kept coming and coming ! I'd
close my eyes and imagine him strapping you, and all the while he would be
pounding his beautiful cock up my pussy ! Ooooh, it was good !"
She grinned at the look of shock on my face, then reached over and stroked my
hair.
"Now, you go to sleep and get a good night's rest so you're nice and fresh
for tomorrow. There's a bucket by your bed if you need it, because I'm going
to leave you cuffed all night to prevent any unauthorised wanking !"
With that, she leant over and kissed me goodnight, her breast rubbing against
my shoulder. I lay there confused, stunned and frustrated. My cock was pulsing
and twitching, but there was nothing I could do about it ! I tried rolling
over and rubbing myself on the bed, but I couldn't get it to work, and flexing
my buttocks like that was very painful. I also realised I would suffer if Mum
came in and found the sheets covered in cum. So I just lay down and tried to
think of other things. Eventually I fell asleep.

Thursday

In the morning, Mum came in and uncuffed me. She smiled at me and asked if I
had slept well. She was dressed normally in shorts and T-shirt, for which I was
profoundly grateful ! She told me to go to the bathroom and then come down for
breakfast. She said she would be waiting, and if I was too long, she would
assume something dirty was happening and punish me accordingly ! I quickly
performed my ablutions and hurried down to breakfast. After we had eaten,
Mum smiled at me brightly and said
"Right, Simon. It must be time for your morning spanking, mustn't it ?"
I looked at her in horror.
"Oh please, Mummy !" I begged. "I'm still really sore from last night. You saw
how hard Bob strapped me ! Please, I really don't think I could take another
spanking right now !"
Mum smiled at me. "Don't worry, darling. It won't be a very hard one, I promise.
But you are going to get spanked ! Now come upstairs."

She led me into her room and produced a pair of red satin French knickers,
which she told me to put on. Blushing, I did as she said, and felt my cock
start to stiffen as the smooth material caressed it. Mum looked at me and
giggled.
"Hee hee ! You do look good in those little slut panties ! There's just one
more touch I think we need. Come over here."
I crossed to her dressing table and watched with rising embarrassment as she
picked up a lipstick from the dresser. I blushed furiously as she applied it
to my mouth, then sat back to admire the result.
"Perfect !" she laughed. "If I was a man, I'd be asking for a blowjob !"
I blushed crimson, yet my cock stiffened rapidly. Mum noticed and her hand
lightly stroked my cock through the knickers. I shivered, and looked at her
wide-eyed.
"If you come in your knickers, slut, I'll give you a proper spanking, no matter
how much it hurts." she said quietly. I just stood there trembling. Mum stood
up and led me back down to the living room.

Once there, she told me to assume the position in the centre of the room. She
then picked something up from a side table and showed it to me. It was a
paddle, slightly larger than a table tennis bat and covered in black leather.
"Isn't this nice ?" she said. "I got it from the same place I got your
handcuffs. It's a great shop ! Now, I'm only going to give you a few whacks
this time, and you can even keep your panties on for added protection. However,
to make up for it, you need to ask me nicely for each stroke. I want to hear
you _begging_ to be paddled ! Tell me how bad you've been, what you are, how
much you need punishing and so on. If I think you've done a good job, you'll
get one stroke. If I think you aren't trying hard enough, you'll get extra.
Understand ?"
"Yes Mummy." I said, nervously. I was fairly sure what she wanted me to say,
and I knew it would be both humiliating and exciting for me !
"Good. Now bend over and grab your ankles, then ask for the first stroke.
Once I've given it to you, you ask for the next one. I'll tell you when you
can stop."

I bent over as she said, my mind racing for things to say.
"P-please Mummy ! Please will you give me a hard stroke of the paddle. I'm a
bad little boy and I need to be punished severely !"
"Hmmm, not bad to start with." said Mum, and delivered a solid whack with the
paddle to my left buttock. I grunted as it slammed into my sore bottom. It was
a different feeling to what I had been used to previously. The paddle didn't
bite like the strap, but it made the whole of my buttock sting and throb.
I realised Mum was holding back a little as well, much to my relief !

"Please will you spank me with the paddle, Mummy ! I'm a disgusting little
pervert who needs to be soundly thrashed for being so dirty and rude !"
I blushed as I said this, and my cock throbbed against my knickers. Mum
giggled, and then I felt the paddle slam into my right buttock. My eyes
watered at the impact. My whole bottom was now stinging.

"Please Mummy ! Please paddle my arse ! I-I'm a wicked little panty boy who
needs lots of spanking ! Please whack my bottom !"
Again the paddle fell, landing on my bum with a sharp CRACK ! There was a little
more pace to this blow, and a few tears rolled down my cheek as my bottom began
to ache again. In spite of this, my cock was still very hard. It was so
humiliating to be bent over like this, in lipstick and knickers asking to be
beaten !

"Please beat my bottom, Mummy ! I-I was very naughty to humiliate you in public
and I need lots of severe beatings to make up for it !"
"Hmm, a bit tame, that one." said Mum, and whacked me hard twice, once on each
buttock. I sobbed and trembled, my arse ablaze now. My erection pulsed and
twitched, however, as I realised now the kind of thing she wanted to hear.
I blushed deeply and I could feel my skin tingling.

"P-please, Mummy, whack my bottom ! Beat me over my little slut knickers !
Please thrash my hot little bum !" I cried.
"Better !" Mum laughed, and delivered a resounding blow to my arse. I yelled
as it hit. Tears of pain and humiliation flowed down my face. I was sweating
from embarassment and from the strain of holding my position. The eroticism
of it was getting to me now, though, and my imagination ran riot.

"Please Mummy ! Please beat my hot, slutty arse ! Give your bad little panty
slut the thrashing he deserves !"
"Oh, yesss !" hissed Mum, and whacked me full force across my bottom. I swayed
slightly from the impact, and sobbed loudly from the pain. My cock strained
mightily against the knickers, and for a moment I wondered if I really was
going to come in them and have to face mother's wrath. It felt so strange,
yet so good, to be humiliated like this. I was almost starting to enjoy it !

"Oh, beat me Mummy !" I cried. "I'm a filthy pervert and I need to have my
arse well whipped ! Beat me 'til I squeal !"
Mum groaned with pleasure and whacked me as hard as she could on each buttock.
I screamed as the blows hit, my bottom now aching and burning. My mind was
whirling and my cock throbbed hard, desperate for attention.
"Stand up, Simon." said Mum, and I realised it was over. My heart pounded
in my chest, and I was breathing heavily. I turned to look at Mum, and saw
that she too was flushed and panting. For a moment, we just looked at each
other while we composed ourselves. It was obvious Mum had been as turned on
as I had, and we both knew it.

Once we had calmed down, we set about some household chores. Mum told me to
keep the knickers she had given me on, remarking
"Lipstick and tart's knickers really suit you, Simon !"
The rest of the day was an agony of embarrassment, especially as the doorbell
rang several times. Each time it was something mundane which Mum dealt with
on the doorstep, salesmen and the like, but it terrified me. Being seen naked
was bad enough, but to be seen by someone while I was dressed in french
knickers, with my mouth covered in lipstick ! That said, I was forced to admit
to myself that there was something erotic about it. The smooth satin material
rubbed me in ways that my underpants never had, and the embarrassment factor
was as arousing as it was scary. I went about my chores full of nerves, but
with my cock permanently half-hard.

Aside from this ongoing humiliation, the rest of the day passed without
incident. Yet there was something about my mother's manner which puzzled me.
It was like anticipation, like a child as Christmas draws near. There was a
tension in the air which I couldn't explain, but which I was sure did not
bode well for me ! As the evening drew on, I became nervous, imagining that
some horrendous new punishment awaited me. Yet as the usual hour for my spanking
came and went, I became extremely puzzled. I was sure Mum wasn't finished with
me yet, but if that was so, what was happening ?

At the usual time, Mum took me upstairs for our shower. As she had for the
previous few days, she put me in the shower stall and washed me, taking care
to scrub my aching buttocks thoroughly. When she was done, however, she just
stepped back and began to strip in front of me. I looked on in surprise, my
prick growing quickly as I beheld her naked body.
"Right Simon, I think tonight you can wash me." said Mum. "If I'm going to bathe
you, then you can return the favour. Just make sure you do it well. If you're
too rough or careless, you'll be for it."
Trembling, I began to wash her with the flannel. I soaped it up and ran it
gently all over her body. I hesitated at her breasts and buttocks, but she
urged me to continue. She even had me wash between her legs. I then rinsed out
the flannel and waited while Mum stood under the shower and allowed the water
to rinse her off. When she was done, she stepped out of the shower and I dried
her off. My cock had never been so hard as I ran my hands all over her body.
Mum did not help my arousal with the way she kept sighing and saying how good
it felt. When we were finished, she led me back to my bedroom. I was shaking
with pent-up sexual desire, desperate to touch myself.

When we got to my room, Mum had me lie on the bed and then cuffed my hands to
the headboard as she had the previous night. Then she knelt by my bed and
smiled at me.
"I've been saving your bottom for tomorrow." she announced with a fierce gleam
in her eye.
"Tomorrow is going to be the climax of your punishment, and it's going to be
very special. I know I'm going to enjoy it, anyway !" She laughed.
"However, I couldn't let you go without some punishment. The knickers and
lipstick seemed to work well, but this.." she reached down and stroked my
quivering erection, " this seems even better. I bet you'd like to rub it now,
wouldn't you ? I can feel it twitching. Here you are, all hot and bothered,
with Mummy's tits dangling in front of your face, and there's nothing you
can do, is there ?" she chuckled gleefully. I groaned with frustration, and
she laughed even louder.

"Now Simon, I did promise you were going to be teased and humiliated, as well
as just spanked, didn't I ?"
"Y-yes Mummy" I said wretchedly. Mum beamed at me.
"Well, what could be better than this then. I'm going to leave you all hot
and aroused and desperate to come ! What's more, I'm going to go next door
and rub my hot, juicy pussy until I have a super orgasm ! Just think about
that !"
I groaned, and Mum dissolved into fits of giggles. Drops of pre-cum oozed
from my prick as I imagined her naked on her bed, masturbating furiously.
Mum noticed, and reached over and squeezed my cock hard, making me wince.
"By the way, Simon," she said cooly, "if I find any traces of cum on you or
the bed tomorrow, I shall strap your balls. So don't go getting carried away,
now will you ?!"

She went next door to her room, and soon I heard the sounds of her moaning.
She was right that I was in danger of just coming without any stimulation,
I was so aroused. However, the thought of getting strapped across my balls was
just too frightful, so I writhed on the bed, bending my cock against the
mattress 'til it hurt, trying to think about mundane things, anything to avoid
an orgasm. Finally, Mum's moaning ceased, and I was able to relax a little.
My cock was still hard, but the worst danger had passed. It took a long time
to get to sleep, but I finally managed it.

Friday

I was woken late by Mum in the morning. After breakfast, I waited nervously
for my morning spanking, but was surprised when none came. Instead, Mum
gently massaged cream into my aching bottom, and told me to rest. There was
a definite gleam in her eye, however, which made me uneasy. The day passed
quickly and easily. We went shopping in the afternoon, and Mum once again made
me wear panties under my shorts, but apart from that nothing happened. A few
times I almost asked Mum what was going on, but something stopped me. The
anticipation was electrifying, and as the day wore on I began to be more
and more nervous, but also increasingly aroused. As dinner approached, I was
going around with a near permanent erection. Mum clearly noticed this, but
just smiled and said nothing.

After dinner, Mum took me upstairs and gave me a shower. She then gave me a
new pair of knickers to put on. They were like french knickers, but cut much
higher up the leg, so that part of my buttocks were exposed, and made of
black satin. Once I had put them on, Mum applied lipstick to my mouth again.
She then handcuffed me to my bed as if I was going to sleep. To my surprise,
she then stripped off in front of me ! My cock swelled inside my knickers,
tenting them obscenely. Mum laughed and stroked the bulge, sending shivers
through me.
"We're going to have some company in a little while." she said. "Just a few
friends coming round to help me with your punishment. I think this evening's
going to be a great deal of fun ! I'm going to go and change before they
arrive. I'll come and get you when they're here. You just lie there and think
about how humiliating it's going to be, and how sore your bottom will be
when you go to bed tonight !"

With that she left, and I lay on the bed in a daze of arousal, fear and
anticipation. Before long I heard the doorbell go, and female voices in the
hallway. A few minutes later it rang again, and there were more voices.
After a while, I heard Mum's footsteps on the stairs, and she came into my
room. She was wearing the classic little black dress, with seamed stockings
and court shoes. She had perfect makeup, and looked simply stunning. I stared
open mouthed at her, and she grinned at me as she unfastened my cuffs.
"Come on, Simon. Time to meet your guests ! I think you'll recognise everyone.
When we go in, I want you to go up to each person, say hello, and tell them
you hope they will enjoy beating you this evening. Understand ?"
"Y-yes Mummy." I stammered nervously. Mum chuckled and stepped back, her eyes
never leaving mine.
"There's one more thing you should know, Simon." she chuckled. "Mummy isn't
wearing any knickers !" She hitched up her dress briefly, flashing her
gorgeous pussy at me, then lowered it again. My cock hardened instantly, and
Mum laughed.
"Mmmm, that does make a nice bulge in your panties !" she giggled. "You just
keep thinking about how my juices will be dribbling down my legs as I thrash
you !"
With that, she took me by the arm and led me downstairs to the dining room.

As we entered, I noticed that the dining table had been pushed against the
wall, leaving a large space in the middle of the room. The chairs were
arranged along the sides of the room, and were occupied by four women.
I gasped in shock as I saw who they were ! Sitting there were Joanne and
Lucy, from the shoe shop where all this had started, our next door neighbour
Linda, and my form teacher at school, Miss Watson ! I stood there stunned
and blushing furiously, as they all looked at me and laughed. My embarrassment
increased as I realised my cock was still hard and very prominent, and showed
no signs of going down ! I realised with a shock that this must have been the
purpose of Mum's little exhibition upstairs, but the knowledge only added to
my arousal.
"Oh my !" said Miss Watson. "He does look smart, doesn't he !"
"I see the little panty slut has excelled himself." remarked Joanne, and
my face went crimson with embarrassment.

Remembering Mum's instructions, I went up to Lucy, who was closest to me.
"H-hello, Lucy. I-I hope you enjoy b-beating me this evening." I stuttered.
Lucy smiled. "Oh, I'm sure I will Simon." she said huskily. "I did so enjoy
spanking you in the shop, and this promises to be even more fun !" She
reached out and stroked my cock. "Looks like you think so too !" she purred,
and they all laughed as I moved to stand in front of Joanne.

"Hello Joanne. I hope y-you enjoy beating me this evening." Joanne grinned
viciously at me.
"Oh don't worry, Simon, I'm going to have a ball ! I'm really going to enjoy
another go at your bottom ! You're just a filthy little panty slut and I can't
wait to hear you squeal !"
I trembled at her words, remembering the severity of her spanking, and then
moved on.

Miss Watson was a new teacher at school, and was already very popular. She
was a nice woman, and was also extremely attractive. Several of the boys had
a crush on her, including me. Mum had quickly deduced this from the way I had
talked about her so much, and had given me a few words of advice on how all
boys had crushes, but not to let it get out of hand. I had been grateful to her
at the time, but now I was terrified that she had used the knowledge against me.
My fears were soon realised !
"Hello, M-miss Watson. I hope you enjoy beating me this evening."
"Thank you Simon. Your mother told me what a crush you had on me and now I
have the evidence before me !" she chuckled, staring pointedly at the bulge in
my knickers. "So I'm sure you're going to enjoy stripping for me as much as I'm
going to enjoy thrashing you ! It's so rare for a teacher nowadays to get the
chance to punish one of her pupils properly. I'm so looking forward to it !"
She giggled girlishly.

"H-hello L-linda. I-I hope y-you enjoy b-beating me this evening." I stammered,
now extremely nervous. Linda represented my darkest secret, and if Mum had told
Miss Watson about my crush, I knew she must have told Linda about what had
happened ! My cock throbbed urgently at the thought.
"Well hello Simon !" said Linda brightly, her eyes gleaming. "Your mother
tells me she had to slipper you not long ago for spying on me sunbathing in
the garden, is that right ?"
"Y-yes Linda, I'm sorry !" I blurted. A couple of weeks ago, Linda had been
sunbathing in the garden in her bikini. Mum caught me staring at her and
stroking my crotch. She told me off for not respecting Linda's privacy, and
gave me a good slippering to drive the lesson home.
"Well, I know your mother punished you for it, but I'm looking forward to
being able to add some punishment of my own ! I'm sure I can make your cock
behave properly !"
She laughed loudly as I blushed crimson, and the others joined in.

Mum then beckoned me over to the table and made me bend over it. She then
tied my wrists and ankles, so I was bound securely and unable to move. My
bottom stuck out obscenely, my legs slightly parted so as to put me in the
perfect punishment position. She then stepped back and pulled my knickers
down, at which a chorus of whoops and laughs erupted behind me !
"Look at me Simon !" commanded Mum, and I turned my head to one side. My blood
ran cold as I saw that Mum was holding a long, thin wicked-looking cane !
"Isn't it a beauty ?" chuckled Mum. "I know you're going to like it !"

She moved out of sight, but continued to speak.
"Right ladies, four strokes each. Lucy, you go first." I heard movement
behind me as Lucy stood up and took up position behind me. She swung the
cane experimentally a few times, and I winced and trembled as I heard it
swish through the air. I heard Lucy giggle quietly, and then she swung the
cane through the air and brought it down across my buttocks. ssssTHWACK!
I yelled loudly as the cane bit into my already sensitive buttocks, leaving
a white hot line of pain. sssTHWACK! The second stroke landed higher up my
bottom, and I cried out again. sssTHWACK! sssTHWACK! The next two came quickly,
but both were slightly mis-placed and were less painful, although I still
grunted at the impact.  I heard Lucy return to her seat, as the others applauded
her politely. I lay on the table, breathing hard. The cane had stung badly, but
it had not been too bad. However, I was aware that Lucy was the youngest there,
and the most inexperienced. I suspected that Joanne would be next and I was
dreading that ! I was surprised to notice that my cock was still half hard, and
the applause that Lucy received had served only to make it start to stiffen
again.

This did not go unnoticed by Joanne, as she stepped up to take her turn.
"Oh for God's sake, Lucy ! You didn't even make his cock go down !" she
exclaimed loudly. I blushed as the others laughed at her words, and then
stiffened in shock as she reached down and took my cock in her hand. She
stroked it steadily, firmly, and in no time at all I was rock hard and
quivering.
"There. Now I'll show you how to get it from rock hard to totally limp !"
she declared viciously. She stepped back and swung the cane.
sssTHWACK! "Aaaiiiieee !" I screamed loudly, my eyes watering as the cane
tore savagely into my bottom. Joanne had landed her stroke perfectly on the
join between buttock and thigh, and the pain was intense. I couldn't believe
how hard that stroke was. Joanne was clearly an expert ! sssTHWACK! The
cane landed very close to the first welt, and I yelled and thrashed against
my bonds. sssTHWACK! Another vicious stroke to the same place, and I screamed.
The agony was intense ! Tears poured down my cheeks and I moaned as Joanne
paused to admire her handiwork. sssTHWACK! The last stroke landed at a slight
angle, crossing all the previous welts Joanne had left ! I yelled at the top
of my voice, jerking so hard I felt the table move, and for an instant I
feared I was going to lose control of my bladder. The effect of the cane
landing so hard on those fresh welts was horrific. It was like someone holding
a blowtorch to my bottom ! As I slumped onto the table sobbing loudly, Joanne
stepped up and reached between my legs.
"See ?" she said, flicking my now flaccid and shrunken cock contemptuously.
"Completely limp, just like I said." She sat down, and there was a thunderous
round of applause, and many compliments on her skill.

After this, I was a allowed a slight rest. I lay on the table trying to regain
some control, and listening to the surreal sound of Mum pouring wine for her
guests like it was a normal party. Once I had settled down, Miss Watson
stepped forward to take her turn.
"Well, that's a hard act to follow !" she chuckled, "but I think I have the
solution."
sssTHWACK! The cane hissed through the air and bit into my left thigh, the tip
curving cruelly to bite into the tender inner thigh. I howled in pain and
surprise and danced against the table.
"Oh bravo !" I heard Joanne say appreciatively. sssTHWACK! The second blow
repeated the trick and had me jumping and twisting against the table. Then
there was a short pause and I heard Miss Watson moving behind me.
"Ahh, the joys of being ambidextrous !" she sighed. Just as I realised what
this meant, the cane hissed through the air. sssTHWACK! It landed against
my right thigh, giving it the same agonising treatment the left had received.
sssTHWACK! The last stroke bit into my thigh. I danced wildly against the table,
sobbing in pain. Miss Watson sat down and was applauded.
"Excellent !" cried Joanne. "It's so nice to meet a fellow craftswoman !"
Miss Watson said nothing, but I could easily imagine the smile on her face.

After a short pause, I heard Linda stepping up to take her turn.
"Well, look at this !" she said. "I'm going to have a tough time trying to find
a fresh spot to hit."
I trembled at her words. I heard her shift, and then sssTHWACK!, the cane fell
across my bottom. It landed quite high, away from the other welts. It wasn't
as painful, but I still yelled loudly. In my current state, the slightest
touch was torture. sssTHWACK! sssTHWACK! Two more strokes landed, near the
first. I screamed and sobbed, writhing against the hard surface of the table.
"You are being a bit charitable, aren't you ?" I heard Joanne say, and I sobbed
loudly at her cruelty. At that moment I really hated her !
"I just like seeing fresh welts come up." replied Linda. "It's your fault for
being so selfish earlier !" Everyone laughed, while I lay sobbing on the table,
grateful for the brief respite. sssTHWACK! I screamed and bucked. Linda's
last stroke landed hard across the middle of my buttocks, crossing several
of the other welts in the process ! I slumped down on the table, sobbing
hysterically. My bottom burned furiously with the pain.

Seeing the state I was in, they decided to give me another rest before Mum
took her turn. More wine was poured, and I was dimly aware of conversation
and laughter. I couldn't take in the words, though. I was only aware of the
blazing pain in my buttocks. My sobbing slowly quietened, and I lay limp
across the table. My arms and legs were aching from pulling against my bonds,
and I felt totally wretched. To my intense relief, I was left alone for quite
a while and was able to slowly recover my composure a little. All too soon,
however, I felt Mum's arm on my shoulder.
"Are you ready now, Simon ?" she asked. "One last set and then it's all over."
She moved away without waiting for an answer and I heard her moving away.
The conversation faded as they all waited for the final act to begin.

To my surprise, I heard Mum leaving the room. The others were clearly puzzled
as well, until she returned. Then I heard a soft murmur of appreciation, and
Lucy's voice asking plaintively, "What's that ?"
"Mother's perogative !" laughed my mother.
"It's freshly peeled root ginger." replied Joanne. "Very nice ! You'll see
what it's for in a minute."
I heard Mum coming over to me and felt her hands on my bottom. Suddenly
something was being pushed into my arse ! It slid a short way in and then
stopped, but almost instantly my hole began to burn and throb maddeningly.
I twitched and danced against the table, moaning softly, and I heard the
women behind me giggling.
"It makes his little bum hole burn like hell." I heard Joanne explaining.
Then they fell quiet, as I sensed Mum taking her position.

"Now like all the best beatings," said Mum, "this one is going to end with
six of the best !"
I whimpered as I waited for her to strike, wondering if I could take it.
sssTHWACK! The cane fell smartly against the centre of my bottom, cutting
across the previous welts. I yelled and fresh tears filled my eyes. sssTHWACK!
Another one fell in much the same place, and I screamed and twisted against
the table. My arse was really throbbing now, and the insistent burn of the
ginger inside me made it much worse. I sobbed steadily. sssTHWACK! The cane
bit into my left thigh where Miss Watson had caned me. I squealed and tugged
against my bonds. sssTHWACK! The right thigh this time. Since Mum was not
ambidextrous, it largely missed the previous welts, but it still stung !
Added to the way the ginger was making my arsehole burn and sweat, it was
enough to have me writhing and jerking against the table, much to the delight
of my audience.

sssTHWACK! The next blow landed right on the crease where bottom meets thigh,
right where Joanne had applied all her blows ! I screamed loudly, bucking and
thrashing against the table.
"OK Simon, final stroke. This is going exactly where the last one went, so get
ready for it !"
"Oh no ! Pleease Mummy ! Please do- <sssTHWACK!> Aaaaiiihhhhh !" My pleas
were cut off as the cane slashed down and I screamed. The pain exploded in
my arse, tearing through me. But finally it was over. I slumped down on the
table, sobbing loudly, as everyone applauded Mum's performance.

Soon afterwards, I felt hands at my wrists and ankles, as everyone helped to
release me as quickly as possible. I also felt the ginger being removed from
my bottom. I could barely stand after my ordeal, and Mum and Linda each put one
of my arms over their shoulders and helped me to my feet. As they helped me to
move, Joanne stood up and came to stand in front of me. I looked up at her
nervously. She was smiling, and for once there was real tenderness in her face.
"Simon, I just want you to know that I'm very impressed by you. There's not
many men who could have taken what you did. You were wonderful."
With that, she leant forward and kissed me warmly on the mouth ! In spite of
the pain, I felt my cock twitch slightly. Then Mum and Linda took me upstairs.
They laid me down on Mum's bed, and Mum rubbed cream into my bottom. She also
gave me some painkillers to take. Then they left me alone and went downstairs.
I lay on the bed, still crying occasionally, before finally falling asleep.
The strain had overwhelmed me, and my mind took the kindest option available
and just shut down.

I was awakened by the bedside lamp being turned on. I rolled over onto my side
and saw Mum kneeling next to me.
"How are you feeling ?" she asked gently.
"Sore !" I said, with feeling. Mum smiled.
"You did very well down there." she said. "Everyone thought so, not just Joanne.
They were all very impressed, and so was I."
She stood up and began to undress. I watched her slowly take off her dress.
Underneath she was naked but for stockings and suspender belt, and my cock
hardened rapidly. She quickly removed these and then climbed onto the bed next
to me.
"Lie on your back, honey." she said. Nervously I obeyed, wincing as my buttocks
rubbed against the sheet. My eyes watered as the weight of my body started my
bottom throbbing again. I looked over at Mum pleadingly, but she just smiled.
Then, to my surprise, she leant over and took hold of my still hard cock and
began to stroke it.

"You know Simon, when we started this, I just wanted to get back at you for
making me feel so embarrassed and humiliated. I was determined to make you
feel just as humiliated." Her fingers continued their gentle fondling of my
cock, which was now fully hard. I ceased to be so aware of the pain in my
bottom as I focussed on the seductive lilt of her voice, and the feelings in
my groin.
"As we went on, however, I realised that I was starting to really like
humiliating and punishing you. I know that's pretty terrible of me, but it's
true. It made me really hot. I also realised that you were enjoying some of
it as well. You were, weren't you ?"
"Not the beatings !" I said firmly. "They really hurt !"
"I know, darling. " said Mum. "Don't worry, you won't have to take another
beating like today's ever again, I promise. You did deserve a couple of good
hidings for what you did, though, didn't you ?"
"Y-yes Mummy." I said quietly. She was right, of course. It had been pretty
bad of me, and I did deserve some pain. Mum leant closer to me, her breast
brushing erotically against my arm.
"But you did like being humiliated, didn't you ? You got hard every time."
"Y-yes Mummy," I admitted, blushing furiously. "I suppose I did like that. It
felt really strange, but it did turn me on."
Mum smiled, and her fingers quickened slightly on my throbbing erection.
"I knew it !" she chuckled. "That's why I've decided we're going to continue
some things, even though your punishment for tearing my dress is at an end."
My cock throbbed at this, and Mum giggled and began to wank me steadily.
"For a start, you're going to keep wearing girls' knickers around the house,
and nothing else ! Joanne says she has a friend who runs a lingerie shop in
town, and who will be, er, helpful ! When you've healed properly, we're going
to go down there and get you some pretty little panties of your very own !"
I moaned softly as my cock began to pulse, and my mind whirled with the
thought of our impending shopping trip.

"Speaking of Joanne," continued Mum, "she tells me that she needs someone to
work part-time to help out with stock-taking. You did say you wanted a summer
job, so I've agreed that you will spend one and a half days a week at her
shop. Since the work is all in the storeroom, you'll be able to do it wearing
just your knickers. Of course, I've told Joanne that if you misbehave in any
way, she has my permission to spank you for it !"
A chill ran down my spine at this, and yet somehow it aroused me as well.
"It seems that Linda needs some help as well. Her garden is a little big for
her to manage, so I said you'd help out Saturday afternoons. You'll be allowed
to dress normally, of course, but she will still spank you if you don't work
hard enough."

My cock was pulsing now, as Mum's hand worked up and down it briskly. I just
lay there, panting quietly as Mum laid out this incredible program.
"Of course, we don't want these jobs to get in the way of your education, so
Miss Watson has kindly agreed to spend half a day with you to keep your
studies up to par. Although judging by the way she was rubbing her pussy
while you got your caning, I'd say you might get some pretty unorthodox
lessons ! I've never seen such a display !"
I moaned loudly, and my balls tightened. Images of Miss Watson naked before
me filled my head. Mum grinned and quickened the pace of her hand, wanking me
fast now.

"And then there's me, Simon. Mummy's going to keep an strict eye on you from
now on. You'll be spending all your time at home in just knickers, and if I
hear any complaints about you, you'll be bending over for a strapping or
caning ! Not to mention all the other spankings you're going to get."
Mum was masturbating me hard now, and I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Mummy likes spanking her little panty boy ! Mummy knows that bad little panty
sluts need lots of spankings on their bare bottoms ! Plus it makes Mummy's
pussy really wet. Whenever Mummy feels horny, she's going to put panty slut over
her knee and spank him ! She's going to spank him until the pussy juice is
running down her thighs, and her bad boy is squealing like a little piggy !"
I came hard, moaning loudly as semen squirted from my cock and splashed over
my chest and stomach. I could hear Mum giggling as she continued to pump me,
but it seemed miles away. I was lost in my intense orgasm, and in the thought
of all the humiliations and spankings that were awaiting me.