A Spank In Time Saves Nine
By Uplifted PStone414@adelphia.net


Sally Ann sat unhappily on the park bench, feeling completely frustrated.
She had been sitting there, for nearly two hours, with hardly a man
passing by. Not that this was much of a surprise. In the few years since
she had reached the age of consent, she had very nearly exhausted the
supply of men in the little town. "Mama" she had begged, "we have to go
someplace else. How can you expect me to supply you with an unlimited
quantity of men, in such a tiny one horse town? For God's sake, it's not
exactly New York you know."

With an air of anticipation, she watched hopefully as a man made his way
down the street in her direction. Quickly she turned away, staring
straight ahead, her peripheral vision taking over. Seemingly distracted,
he continued her way . As he approached to within one hundred feet of
her, he looked up in sudden recognition. Cursing in frustration, she saw
that look of fear that she had witnessed so often before. Quickly he
looked at his watch as if he had forgotten something. Then pretending not
to have seen her, he shook his head, and crossing over to the other side
of the street, hurried quickly away.

"Shoot" she cursed under her breath. She hated to leave the park bench so
early and return home. Mama would be so disappointed, and one does try so
very hard not to disappoint Mama. Not that Mama would take it out on her.
Her formidable mother knew that some day, her beautiful daughter would be
her equal. She also knew that without her comely daughter, she would not
have such an easy and ready supply of men.

Sighing in resignation, she decided to pack it in for the day. It had
been her fifth consecutive day of frustration, and she hoped that Mama
wouldn't take it upon herself to go out, and simply snatch men off of the
street. That would cause a panic in the little town, and would be so
messy. Probably cause a mass migration of the male population of their
fair city.

Picking her purse and half eaten bag lunch off of the park bench, she
started to leave for home, when a man sat down next to her. Her heart
started to pound in her breast, and she dared not look his way, for fear
of frightening him off. Unobtrusively, she turned her head a mere
fraction of an inch in his direction. What she saw, even if only
partially, started her pulse racing, and her heart beating like a trip
hammer. He was perfect she exalted. She was sure neither she or her
mother had seen him before. A Stranger she thought elatedly, how
wonderful, Mama will be so thrilled. Brazenly, she turned her head his
way, and smiled her most dazzling smile. Oh my goodness, he's so little,
she thought overcome with joy.

"Stranger in town?" she asked innocently. "Yes miss" he answered. "Just
passing through."

Well welcome to our pretty little town" She continued. "It must be so
lonely being away from home. But I guess that a man like you, must come
from a big city, judging from the way that you are dressed. People around
her are just kind of lay back and informal. But tell me, have you seen
much of our fair city?"

"Well no I haven't had the time. I just got in town a few hours ago. But
I do have some time on my hands before I have to leave. I wonder miss, if
it wouldn't be to bold of me, to ask you to show me around?"

She was thoroughly delighted. " It would be my pleasure sir. We of
Holissburg pride ourselves in our hospitality. By the way, my name is
Sally Ann Stuart," she said offering her hand in greeting.

"A lovely name Sally Ann, I'm Johnathan Silvers". Although she was
exceedingly careful not to squeeze his tiny hand, he nevertheless was
taken aback by the size of hers. Gulping, he carefully took her extended
palm.

"Well, time to go Johnathan" she said raising. The little man looked up
in astonishment, at the six foot two amazon, who appeared in front of
him. He was used to women that were bigger then he was. But at four and a
half feet, he had never been near such a big, albeit lovely girl. He was
surprised that his size didn't seem to matter to her. What a wonderful
creature he thought, awe stricken and a bit fearful. His immediate
thought was, if I should ever be lucky enough to have sex with this
magnificent creature, would she hurt me? The latter thought was fluffed
off uneasily. What am I thinking about, he told himself, I'm a man, and
she's just a girl.

"I know a wonderful little coffee shop very near here" she said. We can
have marvelous rich cups of cappuccino, and munch on the most delicious
pastries while we plan our itinerary." Turning, she started off across
the town square and around the corner, moving almost too quickly for his
small legs to follow. He had to alternate his stride with running steps
to keep up. Just the same he was able to observe her delicious rear,
barely covered with a tiny mini skirt. As he stared, her legs bulged with
hardly hidden muscle. Once again that little shiver of fear flowed
through him.

Turning around, she saw him falling behind. "Come on Johnathan" she
encouraged him, and slowed down just a bit, allowing him to almost catch
up. In spite of this, she maintained a slight distance, as a measure of
intimidation. "Just a few more blocks to go" she said, combining
encouragement with coercion. By now, in spite of her slower pace, he was
practically running and out of breath. Once again she turned and beckoned
him on, entirely happy with his dilemma.

Turning a corner she came to a sudden halt. He very nearly ran into her,
breathing heavily, and happy for a moments rest. '' Well here we are
Johnathan", she informed him. Finally catching his breath, he looked
quizzically at the broken down building.

"Ah, Sally Ann, this place look's deserted", he informed her observing
some of the boarded up windows.

"Don't let that bother you Johnathan, it's on the second floor.

"Well where are the advertisements, or store window" he asked unhappily.

"It's on the second floor, and you can't see it from here" she said,
trying to placate him. "And what would we need store windows or
announcement's for anyway?, every one in town knows everyone else. We
know intimately where every public place is, without the benefit of fancy
store window's. So come on my little friend, let's have a great cup of
coffee and plan our day."

She started up the rickety stairs, followed warily by Johnathan. He was
unhappy about what he considered her patronizing mention of his size. At
the top of the stairs she moved to the third door down the line. "Here we
are my friend" she said, placing her hand on the weather worn door.

Looking around tentatively, he observed the broken floor boards, the
unpainted walls, and the ever present cobwebs. "Sally Ann, I would prefer
to go someplace else" he implored her.

"Nonsense" she poo pooed him. "Their waiting just inside," and opening
the door, she suddenly swept him off of his feet, and slung him into the
room shutting the door behind her. Head over heels he rolled unto the
dusty floor. Dazed and shocked, he rose to stand on wobbly feet ,
brushing himself off.

"What the hell was all that about?" he shouted. "What give's you the
right to treat me this way." His poor little fragile overblown male ego,
was now teetering on the edge of a precipice. Looking at the powerful
girl, who had thrown him into the room like a bag of potato's, it was all
that he could do, to keep his sense of dignity.

"Look, I'm getting out of here" and he motioned for her to move from the
door.

She shook her head regretfully, " I'm sorry Little Johnathan, but you
can't leave just yet."

"What do you mean I can't go. Look young lady get out of my way before I
have to get rough." The slight tremor in his voice, gave vent to his true
feelings, as he looked up at this beautiful powerpacked figure of a girl.
She looked down smiling at the little man, who barely came up to the top
of her breasts.

"Who can blame the little feller for being afraid" she thought. "My God
he's so adorable. "It's all right sweety, I'm not going to hurt you as
long as you behave" I just want to take you home to Mama."

"Look" he said, defiantly , "I don't want to meet your Mama, your Papa,
or anyone else in your family. Now get the hell out of my way."

"Ooh" she said laughing " the little fella is so masterful. I'll just bet
that your arms are like steel rods." Her fingers grasped what she
laughingly called biceps, completely encircling them. Gently she
squeezed. His sudden indrawn breath of agony told her all that she needed
to know. She really didn't want to hurt him, that was Mama's job. Gently
her fingers loosened and slid down his arm's, to grip his hips. He
gasped, in wide eyed wonder, as he felt his body leave the floor. Slowly
he rose straight up until he was eyeball to eyeball with her. "Please,
what are you doing to me?" he pleaded.

"Well now we can talk woman to man. Or should I say, woman to tinker
toy"? He started to kick and squirm in her arms. "Damn it, damn you. Let
me down." he cursed. He grasped her forearms trying to find a modicum of
leverage, and was horrified by the feeling of tempered steel, nor could
his little hand even circle one quarter of her arm.

"Now listen carefully to me. My next few words, could very well influence
your very survival" she said, causing a shudder throughout his entire
frame. " What I do, is bring men to Mama for discipline."

"What do you mean discipline, what is she going to do to me.?" His
bug-eyed stare was almost comical.

"Why Mama spanks men of course. She spanks them until they scream and cry
themselves hoarse, and beg for mercy. Them Mama spanks them some more."

"But why are you doing this to me" I don't even know you. I, I, I mean
did I do anything to anger you? Please, if I did, I apologize," he said,
trembling in her grasp.

"Hon you didn't do anything wrong. It's just the way thing's are. And you
really are so perfect", she assured him, smiling almost lovingly at the
bundle of tiny manhood, held so easily aloft in her arms. "I just can't
wait until Mama sees you. She really loves the little ones. Gee, I bet
that she will just eat you right up."

Johnathan look imploringly at this girl, who held him so easily off of
the ground. She made him feel like a small child. Desperately he tried to
imagine the mother, who had given birth to such a daughter. Almost
excepting his fate, he asked, "is your mother like you ?"

"Oh you poor sweet baby" she said, shaking her head and clicking her
tongue in sympathy. "Let me tell you something about Mama and myself. My
mother's parents where circus people. Her father, my grandfather, was a
catcher in a flying trapeze act. Her mother, my grandmother, was an
understander in a hand balancing act, and doubled as a strong lady. Her
specialty's were, climbing up and down a rope ladder, with four large men
strapped to her back, and lifting two, two hundred and fifty pound men
over her head. As part of the act, and for a little comic relief, she
would have a humorous little conversation with the men. Asking them such
inane little things, as how the air was up there, and were they
comfortable. Finally when the men would beg to be let down, complaining
of pain to their stomach's, which by the way is what she held them
overhead with. She would say, "of course my darlings, please forgive me.
Then she would proceed to rep each alternately twenty five time's,
counting each rep with the cheering crowd.

They had no indication of my mother's strength, until she was seven years
old. One day when my grandmother had finished her act, one of the men,
dizzy from his little trip over grandma's head, reeled about drunkenly
and almost fell to the ground. Mama who by that time, had been watching
the act for a number of years, grabbed hold of the man in order to steady
him. Before the unfortunate fellow could even thank her, he found himself
aloft once again, this time held over the head of a seven year old girl.

Well as you might expect, the crowd went ballistic. In a state of
exhilaration, she walked around the circus ring, holding the poor hapless
man over her head, to the tumultuous cheering of the crowd.

Later, when Mama told me this story, she insisted, that it was as if the
man were weightless. As she continued to parade around, the poor
mortified guy, face red with humiliation, was obliged to beg her to put
him down. She was however, so thrilled with her show of strength, and the
encouragement of the audience, that she refused to let him go, and
continued to parade her captive around the big tent. Finally my
grandmother ordered her sternly, to let the poor man down.

Mama said, that she had thought that this sense of elation, was due
simply, to a child's discovery of her own power, and was merely fun and
games. When however, she reached the age of puberty, she realized that it
was a sexual turn on for her. Just the idea, of a man helpless in her
arm's, or better yet, terrorized by her strength, could bring her to
climax.

Her parents insisted that she stay away from the act until further
notice. Nevertheless, thrilled by their daughter's show of power, they
encouraged her to start lifting weights. Well Mama didn't need much
encouragement in this direction. Anything that would enhance her already
astounding strength, was like candy to a baby.

Since that time, Mama has never failed to work out daily, sometimes as
much as six and seven hours. She gave birth to me, when she was nineteen
years old, and every bit as strong as I am right now. Well, my sweet
little Johnathan, that was twenty years ago. Are you able to even
imagine, just what kind of a juggernaut she has become?"

"N, no, I can't" said the now petrified man. "Please Sally Ann, wouldn't
you consider, not taking me to your mother?"

He screamed in terror, as his little body was flung toward the ceiling.
Luckily for him, he hit ass first. Catching him on the fly on his way
down, she said angrily, "don't you ever again, try to divide me from my
mother."

By this time, little Johnathan was in tears, and so stunned, that his
pitiful "I'm sorry, please forgive me", had to be coaxed through a
strangled throat.

Sally Ann gazed at the little man, now cradled in her arms. "Your
frightened, aren't you" she asked.

"Y, Yes" he said simply, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"That's good, very good indeed. Get used to that feeling, because until
you have met Mama, you don't know the meaning of that word." Inhaling
deeply, she continued. "Believe it or not, I find that I am rather fond
of you. Both Mama and I, are partial to little fellows, and you my dear
Johnathan, are one little sweet piece of meat. I tell you all this,
because although I intend to ask Mama to go easy on you, I will need your
cooperation. First you must never challenge, of even question anything
Mama says. If she orders you to do something, anything, no matter how
strange, do it immediately, without prior thought. Compliment
her,especially on her strength. If you feel fear, and believe me my dear
man you will, tell here of it, creatively, and in intimate detail. You
have no idea just how much that turns her on. But please my dear fellow,
be sincere. If she feels that your bullshitting her, I may not be able to
protect you. And last but not least, make her laugh if you can, that's a
big plus. Just be very careful, that your humor is self deprecating, and
not sarcastic. Is all of this clear my little lambkins?"

"Yes Sally Ann" he answered as gently as a lamb. "S, Sally Ann, I'm so
scared."

"Save it for Mama, she will eat it up." She lowered him to the floor.
"You will follow me to my house. You will maintain a four step distance
from me, no matter what. You will not disobey me in this."

"But Sally Ann" he pleaded, your so much taller then I am, and it's so
hard to keep up, what with my smaller stride."

"No excuses" she bellowed. "You will keep a four pace distance, all of
the way to my house, no more, no less. Run if you must, I don't care. And
another thing, until further notice, you will refer to me as mistress. Is
that clear?" she asked the shivering little fellow. "Yes Sally, a a,
mistress" he answered, unable to control his shaking body.

She turned on her heel and walked off, followed by the poor browbeaten
little man. It didn't take very long, for him to start falling behind.
Panic stricken, he ran as fast as he could, in order to maintain the four
pace distance. So intimidated was he, that escape didn't even enter his
mind. Within a very few blocks, he was breathing as if he had run a
marathon. Sweat was rife upon his brow, and flowed down his eyes almost
blinding him. He held unto his ribs in order to ease the stitching pain,
that broke out down his side.

In spite of it all, he couldn't help noticing her legs, the muscles
bunching up and relaxing with her every stride. As he labored to keep up,
he watched those magnificent limbs, displayed so openly, hardly covered
by the short short skirt, as they disappeared into buttocks, rock hard
with sinew.

Although Sally Ann kept her face in the direction of her goal, she was
not unaware of the little fellows predicament. She had made a decision
that would effect both of their lives. Never had she felt such affection
for a man before. She almost felt sorry for little Johnathan. She toyed
with the idea of turning around and snapping him up into her mighty arms,
and pressing his tiny body, lovingly to her throbbing breasts. She
dismissed it from her mind. In the long run, this type of training was
essential for his well being. After all she told herself, he would be
meeting Mama very soon. Having all of the defiance drained from oneself,
was a prerequisite, to meeting with her formidable mother.

Still, the little fellow was laboring beyond his limited means. She
slowed down allowing him to catch up. As she heard his little legs
closing in on her, she speeded up again, keeping him always on the edge
of failure. She had to harden herself. She heard him sobbing pitifully,
trying to suck in as much air as his little overstressed lungs could
contain. Finally, blessedly so, she stopped before a large house. He was
gasping for air, and thankfully placed his hands on his knees in order to
catch his breath.

"Here we are little Johnathan. In a few minutes we will meet Mama. Please
try to remember everything that I have told you. It's very important to
me that you do well" she said trying to instill courage within his
terrified mind.

"But, but, mistress Sally Ann, Don't the police ever do anything to your
mother?" he asked hopefully, pathetically.

"Oh you poor baby. The police are my mother's favorite, oh how shall we
call it?, clients. Oh the poor, poor dear", she said, sighing almost to
herself.

"What poor poor dear?" asked Johnathan, deathly afraid of the answer.

"I just visited dear Officer Blackburn in the hospital. I thought that he
would never get out. Thank goodness that all of his bones have healed.
Tsk, tsk," she continued. "He was so foolish to have resisted Mother that
way."

"You mean that she spanks policemen also?" he literally squeaked.

Shaking her head she asked, "have you seen the sign containing a picture
of our police chief?"

Puzzled, he answered, "I think so. Isn't he that big fat man on the
billboard at the entrance to town? What was that name? Big Jack Severs I
think."

"That's right" she said. "Well big Jack has Mama's favorite behind. She
sees him at least once every other month. It's amazing how that big fat
ass can take so much."

"My God, he seems to be such a big man" he said shaking.

"There's no man alive who can stop Mama from cracking his ass if she has
a mind to. Now straighten up, head back, chest out, and for the love of
God, make me proud."

Reluctantly, he entered the house, feeling her prodding him from the
rear. Walking through a long dark foyer, he saw light ahead of him. "Into
that room up ahead Johnathan" she said, coaxing him to continue his
reluctant tread. Sally Ann pushed her captive forward into the light of
the room. The first thing that he noticed was a large picture window that
faced the street, making everything visible from the room. Sitting on a
love seat with her back to them was a woman. The only thing visible to
him from the rear of the room, was the back of her head. The frightened
little fellow assumed correctly that it was Sally Ann's formidable
Mother.

"Mother" Sally Ann called out. "Look what I have for you. Your going to
be so pleased."

Poor little Johnathan hoped against hope that she would not react, but
just continue her vigil at the window.

She rose and turned to face them. The only thing that kept him from
screaming out, was his well placed fist pushing firmly into his mouth.
His legs threatened to give way as he stared at her. Never had he seen
anything like her. She literally burst forward with sinew. Arms!, he
couldn't tear his eyes away from those massive arms, so large and
literally crawling with rock hard muscle. It seemed to his terrified
eyes, that her biceps were bigger then his head. And those legs. Oh God
those legs. He thought that she could crush a tree with them. All that he
wanted to do, was to find a place to crawl into and hide like a little
mouse.

The colossus that Sally Ann called Mama, stared at the little fellow.
"Come!" she ordered imperiously.

He tried to move towards her, but his feet felt as if they were nailed to
the ground. His knees almost give way under him, and he shook in fear of
the monstrous woman. Dismally, he looked towards Sally Ann for help.

"Go ahead Johnathan"she encouraged him. "Do as Mama says."

Screwing up his courage, he forced his reluctant underpinnings to obey
her command. Painfully, he moved toward the big women, his entire body
shaking with effort. Within two feet of her he stopped, staring up at her
large twin breasts, perched upon steely pecs.

Mama observed the little fellow for a short span and asked, "are you
frightened?"

Remembering Sally Ann's advise he said, " oh yes ma'am, but I think
that terrified out of my wits would be a better description."

Her head rolled back upon her massive neck in laughter. "Ho, ho, Sally
Ann, this one is a cutie."

"I knew it Mama, I just knew that you would love him. Isn't he
wonderful?"

As for Johnathan, he didn't feel very wonderful, only terrified. He
wondered what he had gotten himself into, and how could he extricate
himself.

She stared at him, her muscles seemingly bursting forth from her body
with every breath. "Come" she said, her subdued tone masking an order,
not to be disobeyed.

He tried to obey, but his fear of Sally Ann's frightening mother
plastered his feet to the floor.

"Come", she repeated, this time at the top of her lungs. In his terror he
fell forward on his face, and crawled towards her.

"Oh Mother, isn't he just wonderful" Sally Ann exclaimed.
"He's so adorable in his fear."

Mama shook her head. "This one could be a keeper my darling daughter."

"Oh I hope so Mama, I do so much want to have him for my very own."

The big woman cocked her finger, indicating that he rise.

Hurriedly he got to his feet and stood before the formidable woman,
feeling as if he were a child once again. Watching the terrified little
fellow, she felt an orgasmic pleasure flowing through her very being.
Standing quietly for just a few seconds, she absorbed his fear savoring
it. "Strip" she said, her eyes narrowing. He was so surprised that he
just stared dumbfounded at her. "Didn't my daughter explain what
happens to a man who hesitates to obey my command?", she bellowed.

"Oh God, Oh God", he cried out, finally fumbling with the buttons on his
shirt. Impatiently she stamped her foot on the ground, causing him to rip
his shirt right off of his back, the buttons flying in all directions.

"Better" said Mama. "Now the pants and be quick about it.

In his poor pathetic effort to please her, he tripped and fell. Still in
his fear of the formidable Mother, he didn't even try to rise, but
continued to undress while still lying on the floor, attempting to pull
his tight pants over his shoes.

"Mama, his so sweet, I just have to keep him," Sally Ann said gushing
emotionally.

"Stand up" she said to the naked man. He stood upon quivering legs, his
entire body trembling. "Don't move" she said, as she circled,
examining him from head to toe. "A sweet little piece of meat daughter"
she exclaimed continuing her scrutiny. Stopping behind him he felt her
big hand grasp his buttocks. "Nice ass" she continued. Gasping with
surprise he felt his body lifting off of the floor, as she sat him in the
palm of her hand. Her fingers pried his legs apart, and made their way
between them to capture and hold securely his balls and cock. She laughed
when in spite of his fear she felt his raging erection.

"It looks as if our little sweetheart likes to be handled by strong
women" she said to her daughter, playing happily with his genitals. She
manipulated his balls between her fingers as she held him sitting at arms
length in the palm of her hand.

Johnathan just closed his eyes and waited for what would happen next, his
legs dangling two feet off of the floor.

Mama moved him up and down, as if examining a piece of merchandise for
sale. He felt the urge to cry, as he fought to keep the tears of
humiliation from streaming down his face. She bent her wrist so that she
could see his face, all the while playing with his captured genitals.
Gasping, he felt her middle finger invading his rectum.

"The little fellow is well hung for one so small" she said to her
daughter, breathing heavily as she squeezed and rubbed his penis. "Little
man!" she continued.

"His name is Johnathan" corrected Sally Ann.

"Fine, but to me your little man. Is that ok with you little man"? she
asked unnecessarily.

"Yes Maam, whatever you say", he answered, trying not to shake so.

"Well now, so tell me little man, do you like to dance?"

"That depends with whom I am dancing " he answered seriously.

"I would like to see you do a solo dance. Would you do that for me little
man?"

"I, I, I'm not really that good Ma'am."

"Indulge me" she said, offering no other option.

"Yes Ma'am, if you put me down I'll try my best."

" Do the best that you can, just as you are" she said laughing outright.

He was too frightened to feel anger at this humiliation, for he was
certain that she could clap her hands together with him in between, and
he would be crushed to smithereens. Never had he felt such absolute total
fear and helplessness.

"Johnathan, your keeping Mama waiting. I told you that was not a good
idea", Sally Ann coaxed him.

"Oh God what shall I do?" he prayed inwardly. An idea came to him like
the proverbial bulb of light above the head. Lifting his hands above his
head and clasping them together, his palms facing the ceiling, he moved
his head left and right over and over again upon his neck, mimicking an
oriental Bali dancer.

Hearing both daughter and mother chuckling happily, he swiveled his hips
and moved his legs back and forth, to the rhythm of his ever moving head.

"You know Sally Ann, this one is a real keeper. Were going to have so
much fun with him. Put a disc on the stereo, maybe it will further
inspire our little guest in his little exhibition." Suddenly Johnathan
felt his body being lifted higher. In his surprise and shock he stopped
dancing, only to continue immediately when she bellowed, "did I tell you
to stop?"

He kept up what could be laughingly called his little dance, even as he
felt the top of his head barely grazing the ceiling. Looking down without
missing a beat, he saw that he was sitting overhead, on the palm of her
fully outstretched arm. She looked up at him, blowing a kiss and pushing
her middle finger even deeper into his ass.

He almost panicked, realizing the pain that he would feel if she forced
her finger much deeper into him. As he continued his forced dance above
her head, she lowered and lifted him again and again. Looking down, he
realized that she kept her arm slightly bent, so as not to smash his head
against the ceiling, a boon for which he was extremely grateful.

As she continually pumped him overhead , he started to feel what could
only be described as sea sick, even as he heard the women giggling
happily over his antics. Too sick and frightened of the terrible woman to
complain, he kept dancing like a wounded puppet.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mama lowered his little body, and
held him facing her, arm outstretched. "You may stop dancing now little
Johnathan" she said smiling. You've been a good boy and it will
stand you in good stead.

He didn't really understand what that meant, but her gentle tone
went a long way in soothing his fears. "I hope that I have pleased you
Ma'am" he said as gentle as a lamb.

"You have been very entertaining little Johnathan. When I spank you I
promise to go easy on you."

The poor little man almost choked on that pronouncement. "Spank? spank?,
Oh God. Sally Ann, please". He twisted his neck looking for what to him
could be his only savior. "Help me please mistress", he begged.

"Oh Mama, he's so frightened. And who can blame him. I told him
everything about you and even about the police. Let me have him so that I
can reassure him."

"Ok daughter" said the powerful woman. "Here catch" she said, throwing
his little body across the room.

He squealed like a little mouse landing safely in her powerful arms.
Sally Ann folded him against her breast rocking him back and forth.
"There there, little mouse, didn't I tell you Mama would go easy on
you?"

"But my God Sally Ann, she's so strong, and I'm so little.
How will I survive?" he asked, sobbing brokenly into her breast.

"Now don't you worry your pretty little head. Mama has much
experience spanking men of all sizes and shapes. I can assure you that
she has complete control over her terrible strength. Otherwise she would
have killed many men in her lifetime."

"But, but, can't you spank me mistress?", he begged.

"Now, now Johnathan", she cajoled. "Do you want to get Mama angry?"

"God no" he answered, looking over at the big woman, whose face began to
wear a frightening frown.