Punishment Due (2023 Revision)

“I see your ass has lost its color overnight. I’ll have to work at it until it’s nicely colored again,” she giggled.

Her hand pressed down on the small of my back as she swung the spatula hard against my ass. The sting was intense, and I couldn’t help but grunt. My mother continued to spank me with a steady rhythm, alternating between each cheek. I squirmed as my ass grew hot, but she pressed down more firmly on my back, keeping me in place.

“Stay still, my love. Don’t struggle so much, or I’ll have to tie you to the table and fetch the strap.”

I endeavored to remain motionless as her hand continued to caress my tender flesh. My hushed moans transformed into fervent cries and desperate sobs, each strike leaving my derrière flushed and throbbing with a delightful ache. After a brief interlude, she ceased her tantalizing assault.

“Hmmm, I believe that will suffice for now. Rise and face me,” she commanded.

I complied, my eyes brimming with tears, my vulnerability laid bare before her.

“That’s a good boy. Naughty boys deserve a scorching, crimson posterior,” she murmured.

I nodded forlornly, her once playful smile now fading into a more serious expression.

“When I pose a question, I anticipate a proper response,” she asserted.

“Yes, Mom,” I replied, my voice filled with remorse.

She scrutinized me intently.

“Little boys address their mothers as ‘Mommy.’ Since you have been a disobedient little boy, I shall speak to you as such, and that entails referring to me as ‘Mommy’ henceforth. Do you comprehend?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I acquiesced.

A mischievous grin adorned her face.

Much better. Should you forget, the strap shall serve as a reminder. Now, confess to me what you are and what you should have uttered.”

“Please, Mommy, I am a naughty little boy who deserves a scorching, crimson posterior,” I stammered, my cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

As my confession hung in the air, Mommy erupted into a boisterous laughter, causing my blush to deepen even further.

The day passed by in a blur, with my mind consumed by the anticipation of what was to come. My mother had assigned me a plethora of tasks to complete around the house, and she would occasionally check in on me to ensure that I was following her orders. I obeyed her every command, waiting for the punishment that I knew was coming.

As the afternoon approached, I began to relax, thinking that the worst was over. Little did I know that my mother had other plans in store for me.

At four o’clock, she summoned me to her bedroom, where she handed me a pair of her panties. They were delicate and feminine, with white cotton and blue flowers, and edged with lace. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I slipped them on, feeling exposed and vulnerable in such intimate attire.

My mother led me to my room and instructed me to change into shorts and a t-shirt. We were going out, she said, and I was to wear the frilly panties beneath my clothes. I felt a sense of dread wash over me as we left the house, knowing that I was at her mercy.

To my surprise, we arrived at the same boutique where this whole ordeal had begun. My mother leaned in close to me, her breath hot against my ear, and warned me to obey her every command. I knew that I had no choice but to comply, lest I face the consequences of her wrath.

Her voice, a sultry whisper, caressed my ears, sending shivers down my spine. It held a seductive power, a dangerous allure that I couldn’t resist.

“I understand, Mommy,” I replied, my voice laced with a mixture of obedience and anticipation.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she took my hand, her touch igniting a fire within me. With a commanding stride, she led me into the dimly lit shop, the air thick with desire and secrecy.

Once inside, she instructed me to wait while she approached one of the enchanting salesgirls. The shop was on the verge of closing, and as the last customers departed, the doors were locked, sealing us in a world of hidden desires. Mom beckoned me over, her eyes filled with a wicked glimmer, and we retreated to the back, away from prying eyes.

In the shadows, two figures awaited us, their presence both intimidating and enticing. Mom introduced them as Barbara, the manager, and Joanna, the assistant. Recognition flickered in my mind as I remembered their alluring faces from a previous encounter. They stood before me, their smiles radiating a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

“Since Barbara and Joanna were the witnesses to your little jest yesterday, it seems only fair that they should partake in your punishment,” Mom purred, her words dripping with a seductive tone. “After all, such an incident could tarnish their business. So, my dear, it’s time for you to apologize.”

A blush crept up my cheeks, my eyes meeting the gaze of the two captivating women before me. The intensity of their smiles sent a surge of excitement through my veins, as I prepared myself for the erotic consequences that awaited me.

I-I beg your pardon if I have caused you any discomfort, and I deeply apologize if it has caused any inconvenience for your establishment.”

Barbara’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she gazed at me.

“Fret not, my dear. Your apology has been graciously accepted. However, you must understand that we cannot let this transgression go unpunished.”

My heart raced as I whispered, “Yes, Barbara.”

Barbara turned her attention to Joanna, her eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer.

“Have you found something suitable, my dear?”

Joanna’s grin widened, a hint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

“Oh, indeed I have. I believe I’ve discovered just the perfect item.”

She reached over and opened a box resting beside her, revealing a tantalizing leather paddle.

“It’s absolutely ideal for disciplining naughty boys like yourself!”

My mother turned towards me, her gaze filled with a mix of concern and anticipation. I stood frozen, my eyes widening in sheer horror.

“Oh, yes. I have decided that both Barbara and Joanna shall take turns bending you over their knees and administering a well-deserved spanking. Now, my dear, remove your garments!”

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as I realized the true purpose behind my mother’s insistence on me wearing panties. It was as if a secret world of desire had been unlocked, and I found myself eagerly embracing the forbidden allure. With my mother’s warning echoing in my mind, I began to undress, slowly peeling off my garments one by one.

First, my shoes slipped off, followed by my shirt, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. And then, with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, I lowered my shorts, revealing the delicate lace panties that clung to my body. A mischievous giggle escaped Joanna’s lips, while a sharp gasp escaped my mother’s. Barbara, on the other hand, wore a perplexed expression, unable to comprehend the femininity of my attire.

“Isn’t that a bit too feminine for him?” Barbara questioned, her confusion evident.

My mother’s shock was palpable as she responded, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and revelation. “Yes, they are! Because they’re mine! I always knew this little pervert indulged in the pleasure of my panties, but I never fathomed he would actually wear them!”

A crimson blush crept up my cheeks, fueled not only by the shame of being caught in my mother’s intimate undergarments but also by the undeniable truth that I had indeed found pleasure in pleasuring myself with them. I had always been discreet, convinced that my secret habit remained hidden from her prying eyes. Yet, it seemed I had underestimated her awareness.

As I stood there, uncertain of Barbara’s reaction to this twisted game, Joanna’s gaze fixated on me with a captivating fascination. To my astonishment, I felt a stirring within me, a tingling sensation that awakened my manhood, causing it to stir and rise within the confines of the alluring panties. Unable to resist the temptation, Barbara reached out, her hand gently grazing my mother’s arm, igniting a spark of desire that danced between us.

“Never mind, my love,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Let’s not waste any more time. We can sort out the rest at home.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew what she wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to her.

“Come here, my little panty boy,” she purred, beckoning me closer. “Let me show you what it means to be truly dominated.”

I eagerly complied, slipping off my panties and positioning myself over her knee. As she took the leather paddle from Barbara’s hand, I felt a thrill of anticipation course through me.

She ran the cool leather over my skin, teasing me with her power. Then, with a sudden movement, she brought the paddle down hard on my bare flesh.

I cried out, but she only giggled, striking me again and again with increasing force. Soon, I was writhing and moaning, my body consumed by the fiery pleasure of her touch.

“Look at him,” Barbara growled, her voice thick with desire. “He’s begging for more. Give it to him, Joanna. Show him who’s in charge.”

And with that, Joanna began to spank me with a fierce and unrelenting rhythm. Each blow sent waves of ecstasy through my body, until I was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.

As the tears streamed down my face, I knew that I had found my true place - at the mercy of these two powerful women, who knew exactly how to make me submit.

After a considerable amount of time had passed, Barbara, with a seductive glimmer in her eyes, commanded Joanna to release me from my submissive position and instructed me to stand before her. The anticipation in the air was palpable as I complied, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Rather than positioning me across her knee as before, Barbara firmly grasped my shoulders, her gaze penetrating deep into my soul. The intensity of her stare sent shivers down my spine, igniting a primal desire within me.

“It has been far too long since I’ve indulged in the art of a well-deserved spanking,” she purred, her voice dripping with a seductive tone. “Especially with a disobedient little brat like you, who shamelessly tore his Mother’s dress in public and then dared to parade around in her delicate undergarments. I must admit, I am quite eager to administer your punishment.”

With a firm yet gentle touch, she guided my trembling body across her lap, positioning me just so. The anticipation was unbearable as she firmly grasped the paddle, her fingers caressing its smooth surface. Adjusting her stance, she prepared herself for what was to come.

As the first strike landed upon my vulnerable flesh, it became abundantly clear that Barbara was a master of her craft. Each subsequent blow was delivered with a calculated precision, intensifying the sensations coursing through my body. I couldn’t help but cry out, my voice a symphony of pleasure and pain, as the fiery heat consumed my tender backside. The room reverberated with the resounding crack of the paddle, harmonizing with my desperate pleas and moans.

In the midst of my torment, I dared to steal a glance at my Mother, who observed the scene with an unwavering focus. Though her expression was difficult to decipher, there was an undeniable fervor in her eyes, a newfound intensity that both intrigued and excited me. It was as if this forbidden display awakened a hidden desire within her, one that had remained dormant until this very moment.

My derrière burned with an intense, passionate heat, pulsating with a mix of desire and punishment. Barbara, with her relentless strokes, continued to paddle me with a fervor that left me breathless. The minutes stretched on, each strike igniting a new wave of sensations, until finally, she ceased her actions. As she leaned back, her breath labored, I gingerly rose to my feet, my tear-stained face reflecting the slow ascent.

“Turn around, my love, and let me feast my eyes upon your exquisite behind.”

With a crimson blush of shame and vulnerability, I complied, exposing myself to the scrutiny of my beloved Mother. Her gaze, filled with a mixture of pride and amusement, roamed over my reddened flesh, appreciating its newfound beauty.

“Bravo, ladies, you have truly outdone yourselves. Never before have I witnessed such a captivating shade of scarlet upon his delicate skin. It is truly a sight to behold.”

With a gentle command to dress myself, ensuring not to forget my undergarments, their laughter filled the room, mingling with the remnants of my humiliation. As Mother prepared to depart, Barbara, with a mischievous glint in her eye, dared to inquire about the consequences of my transgression, stealing her intimate garments. I glanced at her, sensing a wickedness lurking beneath her smile.

“Fear not, my dear Barbara, for I possess a special strap at home, reserved solely for little perverts such as this one.”

We strolled towards the entrance of the exquisite boutique, the air thick with anticipation. Mom’s radiant smile greeted Barbara and Joanna, expressing gratitude for their assistance.

As we embarked on our journey back home, a fiery rage consumed Mom, evident in her blazing eyes.

“Oh, darling, the look on your face when you had to reveal your luscious derriere and showcase those adorable little panties!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with mischief.

I sat there in silence, my cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Yet, amidst the shame, an undeniable arousal coursed through me. There was an inexplicable allure in the act of being humiliated.

“And you, my dear, caused no trouble at all. You proved that you can be such a good boy when you desire,” she remarked, her tone filled with a mix of pride and seduction.

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere grew oppressively sultry. I reveled in the freedom of being unclothed, the heat clinging to my skin. Mom, too, changed into a revealing top and shorts, her sensuality on full display. We settled in the living room, the television providing a mere backdrop to our desires.

After a while, Mom switched off the TV, her gaze fixated on me. She stood before me, her presence commanding and enticing.

“Now, my love, it is time for your punishment. Stand in the center of the room, swiftly,” she commanded, her voice laced with a tantalizing authority.

Without hesitation, I complied, positioning myself with legs spread apart and hands resting atop my head. A mischievous smile danced upon Mom’s lips as she instructed me to wait. She left the room momentarily, returning with a strap in hand.

“Please, my dearest Mommy, spare me from the sting of the strap, especially after the events of this afternoon,” I pleaded, my voice filled with a mixture of apprehension and desire.

I obediently assumed the position once again, my heart racing with anticipation. The room was filled with a charged energy, a palpable desire that hung in the air. I could feel the heat radiating from my flushed skin, my body yearning for more.

Her voice, dripping with seduction, commanded me to surrender myself completely. “Bend over, my love,” she whispered, her words laced with a hint of mischief. I willingly complied, my body trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

As I gripped my ankles, my senses heightened, every nerve on edge. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with the promise of pleasure and pain. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that awaited me.

Time seemed to stand still, the silence enveloping us in a cocoon of anticipation. Then, with a swift and deliberate motion, the strap sliced through the air, its presence felt before it landed with a resounding crack against my exposed flesh.

A gasp escaped my lips as the fiery sting spread across my already tender skin. The pain mingled with pleasure, a delicious torment that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the mark of her dominance, a searing reminder of her power over me.

She continued her rhythmic assault, each strike igniting a symphony of sensations within me. The intensity grew with each stroke, my cries of pleasure and pain merging into a harmonious melody. I surrendered to her, my body a canvas for her desires.

Her touch moved lower, tracing a path of exquisite torment down my trembling thighs. The intensity of her strikes increased, pushing me to the edge of my limits. I cried out, my voice a testament to the pleasure I found in her punishment.

“There!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with satisfaction. “That’s what I call a well-punished ass!” Her words echoed in the room, fueling the fire that burned within me. She continued to deliver her sweet torment, each stroke a testament to her mastery.

Finally, she commanded me to stand, my body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. As I straightened myself, the burning fire of my punished ass reminded me of the depths of my submission. I stood before her, my body aching and yet craving more.

“Assume the position,” she whispered, her voice a seductive melody that sent shivers down my spine. I willingly complied, ready to surrender myself once again to the intoxicating dance of pleasure.

I eagerly spread my legs apart, my hands instinctively finding their place on top of my head. Beads of sweat trickled down my body, my face flushed with a mixture of anticipation and desire. My Mother stood before me, her breath heavy and her body glistening with perspiration, her gaze fixed upon me.

“Well, my dear, we’ve had quite a delightful day, haven’t we? Did you find pleasure in being disciplined at the boutique?” she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

“N-no, Mommy,” I stammered, my heart racing.

A mischievous smile danced upon her lips, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glimmer.

“Really? I had assumed that all young men relished the opportunity to be exposed in the presence of women. Didn’t you enjoy showcasing your manhood? After all, you possess such an adorable little member. I had thought you would revel in displaying it,” she teased, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

My arousal became evident, my throbbing length betraying my true desires. Mother’s perceptive gaze did not go unnoticed.

“I knew it! Your body’s response speaks volumes, my dear. If you weren’t enjoying it, you wouldn’t be so delightfully hard right now,” she declared, a triumphant smile gracing her face.

Blushing furiously, I remained silent, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming mix of shame and pleasure coursing through me.

“If your body reacts in such a way, it can only mean that you derived pleasure from it, correct?” she pressed, her voice dripping with seductive authority.

“Y-yes, Mommy,” I managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper.

A wicked grin spread across Mother’s face, her eyes filled with a tantalizing promise.

“Then, my dear, let us proceed to the shower and indulge in the intimacy of our bed,” she purred, her words igniting a fire within me that burned with an insatiable hunger.

The routine was always the same, but tonight was different. The air was thick with heat, and my Mother’s naked body was a temptation I couldn’t resist. As she scrubbed herself clean, I stood in the corner, my eyes fixated on her every move. Her curves were mesmerizing, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have her pressed up against me.

As she crawled into bed, her nakedness taunted me. I couldn’t resist any longer. I slipped out of bed and knelt on the floor, my eyes locked on her body. I began to stroke myself, my breaths coming in short gasps as I imagined her flesh against mine.

My Mother stirred, but I couldn’t stop. I was too close to the edge. As my orgasm hit, I let out a low moan, my body shaking with pleasure. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. The forbidden desire was too strong.